This is a song about "Put the cream"

With a nice vanilla cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

But i have the nerve to serve a teen to get my cream

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Hold onto dreams and see where the cream has got us

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

We self-made but never is an i on the team

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

The bitches is everything in between

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream