This is a song about "Ice trucks"

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Were running wild tonight

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Hop in and let me test drive

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice