This is a song about "John snow"

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Carefully packaged with snow

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Walking around in a bitches thong listening to elton john

Im on the snow without a sled

I respect that you don't know yet

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,