This is a song about "Dipped cones"

Police setting up roadblocks with cones

If we ain't right and always at the throats

I got alotta phones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Escaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstate

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Benjamins dipped in stripper love no kiss or hugs

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

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

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Dodgin ratchet hoes, like im dodgin these cones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes