This is a song about "Ice scream"

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

I scream but get no replies

Been spending most our lives

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Scream like nightmares from a street

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

With shards of ice and glass

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Please hold your applause

I'll scream my fucking head off

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating