This is a song about "Ice breaker duos"

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

Grab out paper and pen, i'm breaker o' men, whoops...

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

She graduated top of the class

With shards of ice and glass

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Be the king, that was part of my dream

With shards of ice and glass

So chase the air hide your stash

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Because i see right through your disguise