This is a song about "Ice cream paint"

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I got alotta phones

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Young chino i go hard in the paint

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Got on my signature paint

My all gold rolly or the

Ice cream or vanilla,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

But... what's oreo without the cream?

My pistol spray leave you a stipple paint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

The truth shall be told