“Her performance on this song is something else entirely: demented. Chaotic. Gloriously unpredictable. Fearless. One of the most creatively unhinged vocal takes in pop-rap history – or at least an immediate contender for the top ten. Whatever cheap hyperbole you could fling at this performance, Nicki bats down with one of her palmetto-sized eyelashes: listen to her liquify the words "come on a cone” until they are just another sound pinging around in Hit Boy’s bouncy castle of a beat. There aren’t really suitable phrases for that yet…At one point, “Come On A Cone” was nothing but an instrumental on someone’s hard drive. Now it’s an exorcism.“
This song is why I still have faith in Nicki to be the amazing artist I know she can be.