This is a song about "Dipped cones"

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

Man he really just dipped

And things seem to conflict

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

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

This is oh so much like getting votes

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I dipped my fingers in the black abyss and now i can't turn back

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

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

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

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you