This is a song about "Nasel cream"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Then keep your change like an oink machine

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

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Ice cream or vanilla,

You're fucking with me, nigga

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen