This is a song about "Sparkling ice"

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Your either as hot as the sun or as cold as ice

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

I wine and dine with sparkling mine, disconnect your spine,

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,