This is a song about "Frost"

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

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

I can always go home and look down my street

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap