This is a song about "Snow and 75 de"

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

And the snow is the the only thing keeping me on the run

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Like curses on the radio

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

The pigs fly away in the morning

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Never break, took a break though

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow