This is a song about "Gold and ice"

Let me call that hotel

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

On they twitter writing novels, see

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

And the red sun sinks at least into the hills of gold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned