This is a song about "Snow and ice"

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

People don't condone what they've never seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

But fuck it, that's chains and ice, social commentary's lame,

With shards of ice and glass

You can't be wiping your ass

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream