This is a song about "Bitch and ice"

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Shows to do, got record to sell

Fell asleep in first class

With shards of ice and glass

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise