This is a song about "Death from below"

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Feel the heat and the cold, seventy degrees above and below,

Death from exposure, submit your soul to torture, stuck with no closure.

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Atc be below me man

he saved our lives , he rose from death he forages for his sons,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Look out below, there is no inventory control

With this god up above watching us below

She said it really dont matter if its real though

I'm going insane throwing death adders from jacobs ladder,

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below