This is a song about "Vanilla"

Ice cream or vanilla,

You're fucking with me, nigga

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Cause my charisma is a stigma, i look in the mirror, i'm poisonous vanilla bro/

Call me vanilla nothing offends me, oh as a matter of fact

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

They call it chocolate vanilla

A criminal grind nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

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