This is a song about "Ski ski"

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Carefully packaged with snow

Get rough with me, that night flow

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Still ain't got no ice, only cotton sweaters.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Blood everywhere and my bike was stolen.

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Y’all only in it for the cars

I can ride my bike with no handlebars,

Fuck rap, i'll be a landlord so i can rape the tenants daughter

Oh my what a shock like pushing off the dock into water