This is a song about "Gold and ice"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Body and soul i'm told keep that shit gold

And copy what's hot until that goes cold

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;