This is a song about "Snow 75"

Now all i am is alone

75. i'll be sleeping at home,

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Sugar coated bars sweeter than a kit kat

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Im on the snow without a sled

My flow kinda chilly because i be spitting that snow

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

What them tippers don't see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Its a war with the enemy