This is a song about "Mark snow"

Cold, my style making my nose run

My life is like the snow season

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

This for my niggas that really rap hard

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

And you cute, shorty; let's get low