This is a song about "Ice packs"

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

With shards of ice and glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Even ice, i , c , e

Then understand that i'm the one, that packs a punch much like a gun.

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

People say my heart is cold as ice

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive