This is a song about "Put the cream"

Prayer ain't what i need, i kill for the green because i need the cream

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Self-esteem at top cream of the cream, i score the green, whore.

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

Like a banshee i scream i make a lot of cream i'm the best when i shout

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

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

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

Chase cream with the same team since a little kid

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga