This is a song about "Dad on drug ice"

Crackhead on drug supplies

Take her back to where i live

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

Your own physical, superficial not spiritual

Drug dealer on the right

Catchin' all the light

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Drug dealers are on every corner news stand and sell there,

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water