This is a song about "Im vanilla"

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Vanilla ice imposters, when they recording at home they prolly do some gay ass dance

And there's little to be glad for

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Call me vanilla nothing offends me, oh as a matter of fact

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Im stubborn and im ignorant,

And bijies like im out and

Nigga im elegant ,im elegant

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Not "vanilla", though still, head to toes i'm white

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

You lyrics suck, thats why your at the bottom with vanilla ice