This is a song about "Ice hoc"

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

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

Your either as hot as the sun or as cold as ice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Say you through will all my foul ways

Even ice, i , c , e

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Let me call that hotel

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,