This is a song about "Cones"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

This is oh so much like getting votes

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones