This is a song about "Snow and ice"

Gotta make that cash

With shards of ice and glass

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

For now everything just seem so right

Finest kush and ice, nigga we alright,

But we alright, and we ball right, it's no return, we're just flossin' ice,

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

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

Aint really too concerned about the fuckin platinum and ice

Had to borrow the ice to make for a better snow

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly