This is a song about "Snow and ice"

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Pcp, cocaine and ice set me free

And losin all his money

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

And i be on point like a mutha fucking ice pick

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada