This is a song about "Jim blaney freezing kids"

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

Caesar couldn't even seize me without, bleeding and freezing me,

We keep it freezing at any given season

She never ready to go so she forever come

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Why are the little kids having little kids

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter

You might be my next target of my crazy diseases of wicked heart freezing,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Into all the innocent kids,

Cause she's my little brat that warms my heart when it is freezing

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling