This is a song about "Icing"

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

Niggas flows like cake without the icing

I was born to do the damn thing

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

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

Top story, tiger woods be fucking all these white hoes

Blowing stones, froze, icing sugar up my nose/

Bout to put the icing on the cake it's

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss