This is a song about "Rob snow"

Feeling lucky let me touch your spot

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

My life is like the snow season

Rob you on the street with the nine

So let's have a toast, everything fine

It gets me madder than a mob, it gets me thinkin' i'd rather rob

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

This one right here for polo

Either way it's white as snow

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

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

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow