This is a song about "Pistachio ice creams"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Would you like to break the ice man

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Through the years tryin to stack a little green