This is a song about "Frost"

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami 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

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat