This is a song about "Mark snow"

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

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

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

She probably had a reason though

Make your mark all over the town

Oh no we got to slow the city down