This is a song about "Ice cube clean"

I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"

And when i start to rise

Man this life is but a dream

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

With shards of ice and glass

Your life is a product of trash

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

I mean of course just the same old

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe