This is a song about "Eric winter"

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Say you through will all my foul ways

Winter fresh with every breath like the shivering cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

She should have invited her

Spring, fall, winter, and summer