This is a song about "Layers on layers of clothes to play in the snow"

I've become immune to you no name haters

But it has been ripped off in layers,

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

So in the beginning i felt that i needed to play along

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

I'm splayed on the stage, so pure make snow white jealous

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

The richest place on earth

Pen and paper, peel the layers

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Blind as blood flows out of your body untill you froze in your soaked clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes