This is a song about "Mcdonalds ice cream cones"

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Pop in a movie and now you dont wanna watch it cause you want an ice cream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

But... what's oreo without the cream?

Come see real niggas on my team

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Picture me lettin this chump survive

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home