This is a song about "How bad frosty is"

But that's just how america is

Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces

Guess how big my dick is

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Cause my flow is too frosty like it's made of refrigerants

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Now someone is dissin' me? well oh shit, that's bad,

About how she was a bad mama, mama said "fuck 'em then"

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

That's why all these bitches frosty.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see