This is a song about "Sour cream"

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

I remember peabody mice crawling up the shower

Renown for actin foul and sour every hour

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Don't look so sour i didn't mean it

Who knows what the

Ice cream or vanilla,

Just before they seen my money in the green

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Smokin sweet and sour

And that i spent the night with her

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream