This is a song about "King on ice"

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

Its like ice, i c e every thing that you see on this ride

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Its bf king on the mic,

Pepe le pew my music

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

I'm walking on the ice, man need a traction, think twice

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Before we see it's hard to live

I'm the king of the jungle, beating on my chest like king kong

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

I'm on twitter making tweets about the replays, of king james

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Was king of the underground, but i still rap like i'm on my pharoahe monch grind