This is a song about "Thin ice"

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

I'm in your head like mnemonic device

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Blood on my hands as my patience wears thin.

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Leave queers in tears, fear this thin bombardier

I'm climbing these thin ropes and heightening

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

I'm activated by the moves your making

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

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

You don;t thin anymore

Then the world ain't no trick no more