This is a song about "Whip cream"

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

(it dont matter they just go back to the old whip)

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

Braggin about who's got the hottest whip

Mayonaise colored car, that shit's a miracle whip

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip

Caged, and the wonder is seen

But... what's oreo without the cream?

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,