This is a song about "Mountains and ice biomes"

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

While our ancestors moved mountains, blazed, and split the seas,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

Down in miami, with a super ho team

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I'm so hot that i touch ice and it starts sizzling

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

With shards of ice and glass

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs