This is a song about "Put the cream"

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

With a nice vanilla cream

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

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

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Hold onto dreams and see where the cream has got us

Only real niggas stay on top

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone