This is a song about "Bling and ice"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

He showed his bling and got out unscathed

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

But ignite the lighter making my rhymes like fire and ice/

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

This is heaven on hell

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

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