This is a song about "Ice hoc"

She self made, i'm self made

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

This is ice, this is frozen,

Flyer than the rest of them

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Fake niggas get dial tones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Rollin' down the four o five

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying