This is a song about "Drew snow"

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Im drew brees the way i blow trees

I even drew a clear picture in the words

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

You feel it from your head to your toes

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

I'm coming home with you

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Drew my blueprint, got it illustrated affiliated

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit