This is a song about "Ice trucks"

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Flee as i pry his blood, right by this trucks underneath

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Let me rideuntil i get free

Even ice, i , c , e

With shards of ice and glass

So chase the air hide your stash

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

I got alotta phones

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,