This is a song about "Ballen at klub ice"

I got a dollar and a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Your either as hot as the sun or as cold as ice

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Tryin hard to hide my face

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Gq told me i'm not the talkative type

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Breakdancing to melle mel

Vanilla ice imposters, when they recording at home they prolly do some gay ass dance

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

This is how she want to live