This is a song about "John snow knows nothing"

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Big homie hov said i am close

Ask anybody, the street knows.

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

Get you high, keep it on the low

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

Here they keep a rachet close

You're the snow, i'm the sun

And it weighs a ton

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

Got it matching though

Carefully packaged with snow