This is a song about "Icing"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Slice your bitch open, and pour icing over her tits and lick em off,

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Getting that lollipop'n from my girl while i'm eating the icing

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Yeah it's a long shot, yeah i'm icing the puck

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck