This is a song about "Chilly frilly happy frosty lucky rainy grumpy stormy dusty cheeky dirty"

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

They say nothings ever free

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Cause my flow is too frosty like it's made of refrigerants

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Cause you a dusty bitch

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich