This is a song about "Mochi ice cream"

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Shows to do, got record to sell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

With a nice vanilla cream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Pop in a movie and now you dont wanna watch it cause you want an ice cream