This is a song about "Ice breaker"

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

People say my heart is cold as ice

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Don’t even gotta break the ice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Don't disturb the procrastinating, masturbating, pelvis breaker,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Africana, black as ghana, be my attire

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Rollin' down the four o five

With shards of ice and glass

Got my foot on the gas