This is a song about "Mr snow"

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

Im on the snow without a sled

But seemingly believe it though

People words are weak like some snow

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Not hungry for my poetry

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money