This is a song about "Thin ice"

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Never miss these things, see my game precise

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

With a little bit of passion

You don;t thin anymore

Mirror mirror on the wall

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

That ride or die anytime, threw thick or thin,

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

My position improving, not to mention

I'm so cold, yo i'm frozen "ice"

Then put it into sex drive

To my homie charles bronson cause we been through thick and thin

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

The lonely ocean sings and the wind sucks the warming air thin,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win