This is a song about "All this ice on my neck i might get frost bite"

Y'all haters suck, so open your ears and listen 'cuz i might bite 'em,

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

I roll up these papers so tight, puffin' em out with all my might//

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

No diamonds on my neck, but best believe its on my checklist

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

I would hit him in the chin, but it might be snappin his neck

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

The ink on my fingertips should be on my lips - it's a love bite

So, just tell me something about yourself

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

I might have this pistol to my face,

And any connotation is viewed many ways