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

I make em open up and then the cream goes splatter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

And she throws up whatever she eats

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Fixin the fiction, philosophical fixture

Hold onto dreams and see where the cream has got us

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Thus spake zarathustra now i'm philosophical and shit

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

And when i kick you to the ground, i'm shouting "science bitch"