This is a song about "Dipped cones"

And things seem to conflict

Man he really just dipped

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

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

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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