This is a song about "Platinum ice"

From the platinum hits to unlicensed shits

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Don’t even gotta break the ice

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I can get straight to the cash

With shards of ice and glass

Wood, gold, platinum, diamond

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Diamond laced gold plated platinum plaques/

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow