This is a song about "Licking whip cream oc boobs"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Whip bitches with greek tar.

And could i be a star

With a nice vanilla cream

And i put you on the team

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

A far reach from them rap dudes

And when theres booze their is boobs

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Stuck on the cream like bavaria

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green