This is a song about "Cold weather"

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

In any weather i'm never better your boy's so hot

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Life's like a weather station,

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

December 4th a star was born

Whatever weather, cold or warm

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Sorry if i seem impaired, but i've been a bit under the weather

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

I'm cold on the cold turkey

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three