This is a song about "Vanilla killa"

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

Bitches pursue me like a dream

With a nice vanilla cream

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

My all gold rolly or the

Ice cream or vanilla,

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow