This is a song about "Slushie and ice cream tastes like a creamsicle"

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

That smells and tastes like chocolate, you want some?"

He been waiting for his connection to come

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

But ignite the lighter making my rhymes like fire and ice/

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

But was tapping many queens and stacking plentya cream like (whoa)

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Brighter than yellow bones

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

'bout wondering why the sky's blue, and what it tastes like