This is a song about "Season word plays re"

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

My life is like the snow season

Action packed nipple squeezin', boy colder than sniffle season.

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

On the assist is d-wade, it's all about the heat plays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

I get that work from my face

That's my old days role plays

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

And when the game tests you a true writer plays

And when i get a team we'll be doing this every season

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son