This is a song about "King cream"

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

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

I'm feelin like a king,

We no longer close or nothing

Brighter than yellow bones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

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

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Come see real niggas on my team

Got tired of running from the police

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,