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

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

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Truth's in the gut, we get looks of disgust cause we're stuck in the snow

Had to borrow the ice to make for a better snow

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Give us this day, our daily bread

Im on the snow without a sled

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

I use to chew gum like uh playa, name the name brand, yeh, i call it layers.

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

As: other plans got in the way

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha