This is a song about "Rock ice"

With shards of ice and glass

You can't be wiping your ass

Rock a nigga out his socks

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

My bars are more compressed then sedimentary rock,

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

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

He say, she say, oh my god

Cause baby you're my rock

Ice cream or vanilla,

You're fucking with me, nigga