This is a song about "Ice cube and sons"

So much class, double d’s and ass

With shards of ice and glass

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Signed to sons of scotland and i only sent a demo once

Let me call that hotel

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell