This is a song about "Snow and ice"

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

It was snow season and the weather was 20 below freezing

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Got a black ice chain, and it'll make your mama shiver.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

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

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Maybe it was the cold, the snow and rain that made her feel pain