This is a song about "Vanilla vice"

For desert she have vanilla dannon from my yogurt cannon

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

But now vice versa story changed he became a rapper, doctor,

Ice cream or vanilla,

You're fucking with me, nigga

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

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

Pass by life twice with vice thrashes to curdle whom,

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Girl you know that you’re my vice

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Im your every single sin in life, and every single little vice

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