This is a song about "Frosted flakes"

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I feel like i'm just lost n' tossin an turnin, frosted over still burnin'

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

No more taking breaks, cause your mistakes will eat you up like frosted flakes/

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains