This is a song about "Elsa the snow queen"

This here’s a jam for all the fellas

I'm splayed on the stage, so pure make snow white jealous

You're the snow, i'm the sun

They had a hell of a run

Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/

They all need attention, they call me a g though

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

I was playing with guns

Im the queen of new orleans

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

She was the queen of the club

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Cold as the snow season, below freezing, peace brother,