This is a song about "Mora ice cream"

And we crazy, homes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

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

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

I'm everything that they call nice

Don’t even gotta break the ice

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

I'm the head coach of the team

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

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Becoming someone you don't recognize