This is a song about "Its snowing"

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Its dvine its dvine yea you know it yea you know it

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Bills to pay, hungers growing, chills run down my spine like snowing

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

This is serious, its not funny, and its shining like gold cause its stunning

So you can charge me with treason

Yea its my group its my legion

The boa know they loving the crew

I know its hidden but its no ....taboo

It ain't where i been

Its an imagination