This is a song about "Whiter than sour cream"

I got alotta phones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Glued to my taste buds, i can feel em, they sour

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

Fiends high as a kite, coke whiter than that captain kirk

Whatever ya'll mean i ain't got cream

Man this life is but a dream

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

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

They used to hate wit faces like the grapes they ate was sour