This is a song about "Vanilla bitches"

Broke and no one notices

I call all my bitches

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

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

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

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

Mama told me it'd be days like this

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

Im washin off another plate

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/