This is a song about "Ice cream"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Don’t even gotta break the ice

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

People don't condone what they've never seen

She don't really care about anyone advice

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

So when ya see me nigga

Ice cream or vanilla,

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

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone