This is a song about "Wyong chill ice cold commodore"

Just need a dope beat and bet, scotts nice, we got a cold flow and he got ice,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

I need a beat thats so slow and cold its chill,

I used to have a nine to five

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

My flow is tight and cold as ice, coast to coast it's right,

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

I need a cold sprite with some ice please

Like being garbage some type of disease

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Right flows down and they might go nice

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Tryna get this money, so i can chill