This is a song about "Drew snow"

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I’m tryna be low key

My flow kinda chilly because i be spitting that snow

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Call you up like hello is this doctor 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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Had to borrow the ice to make for a better snow

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Fucks i give? big easy, drew brees