This is a song about "Ice pipe"

And lettin her ride the pipe like a fuckin taxi

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

I mean of course just the same old

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

We hustle to survive

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

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

On that red-eyed kush flight

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Sometimes i hit my pipe and fly

Live off my lie and my lullaby