This is a song about "Pistachio ice creams"

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

My nuts were soft not hard, they're not pistachio

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Ice cream or vanilla,

A criminal grind nigga

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

With shards of ice and glass

I'm everything that they call nice

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Never really been into the ice

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well