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

Slow and steady wins this race

I might have this pistol to my face,

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

Its like ice, i c e every thing that you see on this ride

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Get this paper my stomach on e no time for change v im all about benjamin

I might write sloppy and my fast rhymes might get slurred

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

I get these suppressed memories off my chest or i just might

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Hanging, on a thread with a rope around my neck

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

I think this might be some of my best work

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.