This is a song about "Boyfrosty the snowman"

Showman, the snowman,was awoken and chosen

Work loud, chokin', all your reefer, it's soft spoken

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

This thing that you could imagine

The bigger the the fun

I bring the heat like the

Play the game nigga

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.