This is a song about "Dipped cones"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Im on. everything i spit is glittered, dipped in gold

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Ma's gone, pop's gone, wiggy dipped...

And i'm just being honest

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid