This is a song about "Snow and ice"

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Just need a dope beat and bet, scotts nice, we got a cold flow and he got ice,

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

This is heaven on hell

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada