This is a song about "Pistachio mustache cream cheese"

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

And i don't think homes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

God mc oh my god you gotta see

We getting cheese like it's macaroni,

Only globular / overseas cos they've got cheese

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Amen, they say you only live once

Like a diabetic eating cream puffs

Never met stupid black lazy thugs or crackers with cheese,

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow