This is a song about "Ice pipe"

Right flows down and they might go nice

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

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

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

So i toke on that pipe and don't stop till i'm three

So all you haters better pipe down

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I would rather pipe her

My pipe is made of ruby's/

I'm everything that they call nice

Sounding like a pipe sound, im on a roll,

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

With shards of ice and glass

Fell asleep in first class