This is a song about "Thinking of ice on mars"

Thinking of himself very lowly,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Oh my god i'm so tired of these rappers thinking

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

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

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Thinking on meaning of beings

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

Thinking of how to get on track

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price