This is a song about "Philly j and her ice cream"

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Thug for life nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

Little more weed, first class seats

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Respect equality and a right to make cream

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

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