This is a song about "Smoking ice"

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

You make a nigga sing songs nice

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

Talking about the god you serve

Smoking sticky fixtures

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Baby, you got that super bass

With shards of ice and glass

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Destined to win, get respect where i live