This is a song about "Fire and ice"

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Its icy kash and i know ice is cubic

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Look it something they can't ever see

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free