This is a song about "Snow candy girls"

Like an ose; i am grandi, like your kids; i want candy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Ballin til the buzzer blow

When it's all said and done

You're the snow, i'm the sun

You could say i'm friends with fred

Im on the snow without a sled

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

So while you worry about the hoes

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

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

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Carefully packaged with snow

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though