This is a song about "Tuck ya ice"

Mind of ice/time to fight/

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Tuck your knife its yo last up

And maybe i am but

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven

No one-half and i hate math

With shards of ice and glass

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

Chillin' with homies and family

Even ice, i , c , e

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Ice cream or vanilla,

Your gonna be on top nigga

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/