This is a song about "Ice racks"

It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change

Ice cream or vanilla,

Yeah, one time for the

You make a nigga sing songs nice

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

God damn pull out my racks

Now if you give us a chance

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

I say that the pool is closed

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow