This is a song about "Ice cream"

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Ice cream or vanilla,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

And i don't think homes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Scooping ice cream from that goonies scene

Come see real niggas on my team

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team