This is a song about "A blizzard"

Throw you in the middle of the ocean in the blizzard with jaws

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

My flows gleam, im the cold king put my throne in the blizzard

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

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

Like a bird without a cage

And i doubt that ever change

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighter

Like a baby without a diaper

With a ba and a masters

And what about the rappers

Strumming my pain with his fingers

A bunch a singers and sinners

Your a show without a channel

As i light one for ill will