This is a song about "Pistachio mustache cream cheese"

D.c. all up in this bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Eat a dick nigga, bitch

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

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

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

People don't condone what they've never seen

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow

My nuts were soft not hard, they're not pistachio

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Just before they seen my money in the green