This is a song about "Iceland aint made o ice and greenland aint green"

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

And you know i aint missing

With such an ugly picture in it and

Grab a couple grand and lay up in iceland

The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three

They giving pounds and that before get the money

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Then opened my eyes and realised it aint a dream

You aint ready yet repack and take ya ass back

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

And it aint my final

Lady at the frank stand will

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

You aint wantin the green,

Show ‘em how much they really mean