This is a song about "Ice packs"

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

I don't mind if you niggas hate

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

If you gonna do it, do it nigga

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Packing pleasant feelings cause my sandwich packs a punch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

I got alotta phones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones