This is a song about "Ice cream and pickles"

Time to go lets load up the coke and cream

We self-made but never is an i on the team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Fake niggas get dial tones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

With shards of ice and glass

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live