This is a song about "Ice coffee"

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

So much class, double d’s and ass

With shards of ice and glass

Even ice, i , c , e

Summertime in the city

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Coffee brown as the bosom i flew in on

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

I got crunk off a straight black coffee

And all women who had light features, see