This is a song about "Ice hcokey"

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Would you like to break the ice man

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Because i see right through your disguise

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Ice cream or vanilla,

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Baby got that super bass

With shards of ice and glass