This is a song about "Vanilla and chocalate"

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

And remember what i said and

Dc star, a pg legend

The highest tightest and whitest mr. vanilla, no enigma, full of charisma

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Vanilla ice imposters, when they recording at home they prolly do some gay ass dance

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow