This is a song about "Ice cream sunday"

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

Who knows what the

Ice cream or vanilla,

Respect equality and a right to make cream

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Then keep your change like an oink machine

With a nice vanilla cream

And then rainbow on sunday

I need money in a major way

Pray every sunday, go to work every monday/

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way