This is a song about "Ice crea"

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

With shards of ice and glass

No one-half and i hate math

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

And i put you on the team

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

To take all those wrongs and make them right

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Once as a slave who imagined being free

See more ice than a hockey goalie