This is a song about "Nasel cream"

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Down in miami, with a super ho team

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

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

The bitches is everything in between

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Your lyrics got me reaching for some asshole itching cream.

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme