This is a song about "Nasel cream"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Just before they seen my money in the green

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

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team