This is a song about "Philly j and her ice cream"

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream

We self-made but never is an i on the team

You dream of cream and obscene fuck scenes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

With shards of ice and glass

Fell asleep in first class

Listen to treach, krs to get me through the night

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Here's a dollar kid go buy yourself an ice cream

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price