This is a song about "Another winter strom"

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

I back up rhymes by stacking lines, they jack it like winter coats,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

I'm ice cold like the winter days

And i just love your flashy ways

Tell them rappers snuggle up, if their gonna let the winter breeze in

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

People love hodgy i hate you though

I'm sure to get rich

Murdering another bitch

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last