This is a song about "Frost"

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

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

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

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat