This is a song about "The philosophical science of potatoes and whipped cream"

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

I spit the message, get across the truth, drop the science,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

It's a mix of art and science that i use to drop bombs and make scenes silent,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

The science with hidden places n' government leaving clues and traces

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Fixin the fiction, philosophical fixture

Seeds and roots and leaves of money trees, cream by any means,

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams