This is a song about "Will it ice cream sandwich"

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

I'm so hot that i touch ice and it starts sizzling

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

Cause i’m balling, bitch

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Put the whip cream on my balls spank lick it off

I'm definitely in a class of my own

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

If i could call it a sandwich it would be italian

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Got that bread, meat, cheese, sandwich

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch