This is a song about "Fried nights bye that ice"

When i get my hands on nines

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Well, fuck that cause i'm an ice cold man

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

You're uncool like my mother kin

You fried under that heated lamp,

And even more alarming is the fact

Most nights i cry myself to sleep because of all the negatives that were told to me,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Man i dread that through the dark nights like crimes of soft cotton

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Never dry kids, say bye

Hear the rambling in the sky