This is a song about "Dad on drug ice"

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Crackhead on drug supplies

I just wanna be higher than that

They hop on my dick like they got no dad

I hear them talk, and run back to my room, my dad checks up on my bed//

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I'm walking on the ice, man need a traction, think twice

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.