This is a song about "Skittle frappe"

I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"

We hustle to survive

And now it's clear as this promise

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

People say my heart is cold as ice

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Ice cream or vanilla,

Thug for life nigga

Never come near me, the flow is slow, rockin' platinum ice,

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