This is a song about "Ice crea"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

Bring your pen and your weed stash

With shards of ice and glass

The truth shall be told

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Mami... she open, she open

This is ice, this is frozen,

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Your either as hot as the sun or as cold as ice

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise