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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Forgotten thought i was dirty,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Benny was spitting filthy, c-cee was breathing chilly

Baby, you know who you are

And i hate the chilly weather

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Its ah stormy cold night where i live

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Trying to catch me riding dirty

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

The cold wind blows to my skin it felt chilly

Must be something you want me to see

That's why all these bitches frosty.