This is a song about "Skittle"

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle

You don't know me, or my family tree

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And its simple as that baby

While im bout to, go blow tree

My rhymes are like an icy blizzard and i kill it

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

They say i talk like im god body

Never get a card n i'll still smoke a tree.

Now and days you finish up work and you coming home alone, you pack a bowl

But since then i've fucking murdered every artist on patrol!

So if i talk down to a man

The game plan, the game plan

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

My name is icy kash. yours is a piece o' shit.