This is a song about "Waltons smirnoff ice"

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

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

I need a backyard full court size

Let me call that hotel

Make ice and cream, shit would be swell

Drank too much but i still need some more smirnoff,

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Than vanilla ice if he saw a spider/

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

I refuse to be another being on this earth

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Bring the battering ram where you live

Which you'd gladly be a part of, while i sit back relax and sip this smirnoff

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce