This is a song about "Placebo"

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

Scooping ice cream from that goonies scene

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

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

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Respect equality and a right to make cream