This is a song about "Ultra thin"

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Wont drop till the rhyme stops and goes thin

My talent should take me places i've never been

But when the times right, my raw talent shines brighter then ultra violet lights

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

You don;t thin anymore

That's just the beginning of war

With a little bit of passion

And use it to roll, till the dough is thin

Chew thin niggas like under cooked grits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

My wordplay blaze with the rays of ultra violence