This is a song about "Ice trucks"

Mind of ice/time to fight/

But there's nothing else inside

Let me rideuntil i get free

Even ice, i , c , e

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Let me call that hotel

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Amadou & mariam but still no chorus

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Move like i’m walking with an open case

I'm ice cold like the winter days

I'm boss like van damme with the trucks

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs