This is a song about "Money ice bougie"

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

But i gotta make sure i’m right

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

You know i grew up poor but aspired to bougie dreams,

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"

I say that the pool is closed

Im ice cool, you just ice cold!

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice