This is a song about "Vanilla nigga"

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

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Play the game nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Who knows what the

Your shit is whack, nigga

The science and the art, africa

Yo, birth of a real nigga,

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut