This is a song about "Ice cream paint"

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

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

Then put it into sex drive

Don’t even gotta break the ice

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Never commit to stacking someone else's cream

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Got on my signature paint

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised