This is a song about "A girl talking shit but no saying it to your face"

Your talking shit dropping shit like toxic

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

"hey girl, i like your face. and i want a taste"

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

But your nothin' but a cookie cutter, no tone, no throne, you're an amature and it shows

Tryin' to be strong and in the process, keep you goini'm bout to lose my composure, i'm gettin' close

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

This shit dedicated to my girl know what im saying,

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

She got a face to die for talking grim reaper

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

I'm just saying if you can't say shit then we're not talking, jeeze,