This is a song about "John snow knows nothing"

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

Live from the lamont's rose

No, no, we are not those

Rap godliness the pope knows

Ask anybody, the street knows.

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

Carefully packaged with snow

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

Bitch i'm dope but my pipe is so yellow

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

You could say i'm friends with fred

Im on the snow without a sled