This is a song about "Elsa the snow queen"

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Dirty or clean, journey on through, lets visit the queen,

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Im on the snow without a sled

So if i do call it's just a check

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

You a contender for what drag queen of the week

My drive is like no one

You're the snow, i'm the sun

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit