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

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

My best friend armani lost her arm at the border

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

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

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Fried, despised my heart that lies within/

Stand up misses i love your ambition

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Scooping ice cream from that goonies scene

Would you cry if i told you that i've died inside, brain fried

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Nigga bye this is my closure, still the king and forever will be, that im so sure.

Try to find a way to make it out the gamei leave this and hope god can see my heart is pure