This is a song about "Vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup"

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

We never meet in real life,cause i make you quit rapping like vanilla ice

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Chase cream with the same team since a little kid

I can you straighten you out when we twisted

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Your raps are as asinine as chocolate asparagus splashed with lime

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

These dude don't know me from adam and eve

Makes me milk with chocolate chip cookies,

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team