This is a song about "Cone"

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

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

Little latasha sho' grown

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

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

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

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

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