This is a song about "Ice pop"

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I fucking hate this job

Makin em drop/, making em pop,/

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Pop pop bang bang that's a nine

It’s whatever, you shine, i shine

They pop a molly, then i pop the kitty

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

This is ice, this is frozen,

And it weighs a ton

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

People say my heart is cold as ice

I'm everything that they call nice