This is a song about "Ice lean cup stack hoe money lit shit trip"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Didn't want to fuck up, shit every time that i talked to her was such a trip

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Heart cold as ice in a cup of fucking sorbet

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

I'm often coughing off the awesome seedless shit that's being lit

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

My money stack fat plus i can't turn the swell off

Spit sicker, keep this bigger little shit lit like bic flickers,

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers