This is a song about "Cone"

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

Here they keep a rachet close

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

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

So is dr. j and moses malone

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

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

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