This is a song about "Cone"

Took me a while just to write those

Or was it a snow cone? who knows...

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

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

And firm his beliefs... his heart made of stone

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

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

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga