This is a song about "Vanilla ice"

They call it chocolate vanilla

You're fucking with me, nigga

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

I´m a legend, a bigger dick in a vanilla wrapper bitch.

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

With shards of ice and glass

Fell asleep in first class

People say my heart is cold as ice

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice