This is a song about "Mochi ice cream"

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Respect equality and a right to make cream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen