This is a song about "Kevin winter"

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter

My flow's frozen solid, it's the middle of winter,

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Kevin wish he could to heaven, i'm just guessing

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Tell them rappers snuggle up, if their gonna let the winter breeze in