This is a song about "Elsa the snow queen"

I can rap from summer-time to when the snow is glistening

I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies; i'm head hunting

Im the queen of new orleans

She likes the way it hits her lips

I know you're mad, but so what

She was the queen of the club

You are the snow pissed on by my dog

Okay man you do the drop

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

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

You're the snow, i'm the sun

This thing that you could imagine

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

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

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha