This is a song about "Whipped cream"

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Caged, and the wonder is seen

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

Like a fucking pussy whipped bitch, who just seemed like he needed

Got heat super freak rick james ya bitch, leave a stain & shit

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

I'm a fucking kid acting like the world to me is cream

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Or ya can just stay whipped

And things seem to conflict

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen