This is a song about "Whip cream"

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

So get off that whip cody,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

With a nice vanilla cream

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

I roll arond in my new whip

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Whip me real hard whip whip me real hard on my balls