This is a song about "John snow knows nothing"

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe

Rap godliness the pope knows

Got shows on top of shows

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

Big homie hov said i am close

Carefully packaged with snow

Niggas say i'm loco

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But i kinda like your company

Or was it a snow cone? who knows...

Every night i stroke hoes

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Turning to ground zero

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.