This is a song about "How bad frosty is"

I ask him how the bad bitches

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Mm got the masses

Guess how big my dick is

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

I guess that's how it is,

I stuck my keys in the frosty ignition

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Until the end of time

No rhyme is a bad rhyme

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Your hairstyle is bad, and i hate it

And i'm amazed you clown niggas is still around

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down