This is a song about "Rob snow"

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

I only let her in 'cause she agreed to make it snow

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

The world looking out, they on the front row

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/

I fuck ya bitch and rob ya house what you gonna do

The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you

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

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Maybe we just need to slow