This is a song about "Jesse cream"

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

People don't condone what they've never seen

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

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

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

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

Respect equality and a right to make cream