This is a song about "Vanilla"

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

Chips ahoy, vanilla cola, sipping syrup slow

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

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

Vanilla ice imposters, when they recording at home they prolly do some gay ass dance

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

She got a gentlefella - real vanilla but

The highest tightest and whitest mr. vanilla, no enigma, full of charisma

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga