This is a song about "Jery snow is a bitch"

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

Love is a bitch, i made sure the cunt is dead.

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Window is open, cold as snow, no glimpse of a blanket

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

This shit is a jungle, and im the king in this bitch

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Son of a bitch, i imagine what your father is

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still