This is a song about "A blizzard"

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

I'm a vulture yous a buzzard

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

All of a sudden i feel a pang a

To liberate yourself, africa

I'm a grade a o g

She going to borrow some money

I'm a liar, i'm a sinner

I pipe in and one night her

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Left still while this blizzard blows my whiskey scent

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Lady at the frank stand will

Your a horse without a saddle