This is a song about "Whipped cream"

We all dream one day we kings and queens

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

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

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

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

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Show ‘em how much they really mean