This is a song about "Dark weather"

And i hate the chilly weather

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

Snitches here don't got no heart

Two for ten, after dark

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But you don't seem to be under the weather.

It was snow season and the weather was 20 below freezing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

December 4th a star was born

Whatever weather, cold or warm

I talk to myself in the dark

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Covering my head in bad weather

No wonder why when times get hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark