This is a song about "Jery snow"

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

I only let her in 'cause she agreed to make it snow

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

My flow kinda chilly because i be spitting that snow

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Your ass just craves for more when it's spanked by bears 'n' #snow

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Im on the snow without a sled

Shit, even consider stalking now

When it's cold they get that snow plow