This is a song about "Cones"

No more amore, i refuse to force you

Sipping on some mountain dew, cones i've had a few

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,

This is oh so much like getting votes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans