This is a song about "Snow cone"

But girl you got me open

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

Carefully packaged with snow

This shit ain't nothing new though

Either way it's white as snow

You know i be teasing, though

The j gets smaller, i'm loving my zone

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone