This is a song about "Icy box"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Icy kash with the song, it's me, ain't no doubt.

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Ridiculed cause i think outside the box

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Not because i'm icy, that don't mean i can't be hot

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

That's the way, you can move it baby

That's cold icy,vision blurry but i see,