This is Ice

I paint the canvas then reenact the torture, I was handpicked from the Minne-apple orchard

Rewrote the script and put the scene back in order

That weight on my shoulders is the whole state of Minnesota

I sat back for half the quarter then attacked all the performers

Writing tracks till I collapse and the Cadillacs get ordered

Taking off my mask, this is for the Mac supporters

The rapping Casanova bout to gain some mass exposure

I'll make a run for the border, then I'll get McDonald's

I keep my weed stash in some old prescription bottles

I flip the model, hit the lotto, kicking different combos

I've been dope since pouring water in your parents liquor bottles

They hate today, but are probably gonna switch tomorrow