This is a song about "Whiter than sour cream"

Now moneys talkin louder

You're minds gone sour

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

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

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

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Many kush flavors, og kush and sour diesel,

Smokin sweet and sour

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream