This is a song about "Cones"

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Fake niggas get dial tones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

There's no connection, so they're not supporting you

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones