This is a song about "Vanilla ice cream"

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

And i put you on the team

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

My mo straight madness, your style - vanilla

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell