This is a song about "Ice age"

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Like a nigga movin' kilo

But im only 18 years of age

You redundant, you never ever change

Please put that in your notes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

'' you shall come to your grave in ripe old age,

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

While i'm rubbing on that ass

With shards of ice and glass

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

But i'm preparing for my golden age