This is a song about "Colin the cone"

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

Got tired of running from the police

As the tao converted the thief

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

The more battles the better the flows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for