This is a song about "Smoke ice nigga"

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Blowing smoke my nigga it's looking like a chimney

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

With shards of ice and glass

Why probe our ass

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era