This is a song about "Frost walker"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I’m running this bitch, you are just a dog walker

All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I am runnin' this bitch, you are just a dog walker

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

I'm a forest walker, foggy talker, cold morning proper

All i hear is irritation, she even pulled out a walker

Don't see this deeper than music, don't hear it but feel the author