This is a song about "Ice carving"

With shards of ice and glass

Little light in the ass

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

I remember carving each number of victims i killed on my arm

Please put that in your notes

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

You're fucking with me, nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

The good kid from the ugly city

Even ice, i , c , e

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

But ignite the lighter making my rhymes like fire and ice/

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice