This is a song about "But winter"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Nelson mandela ... there are but

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Are you comingto the point that your running

But who knows what's right, but life's something

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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