This is a song about "Snow cone dick"

Had to borrow the ice to make for a better snow

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

But girl you got me open

Girls fast how jamaicans run

My life is like the snow season

Preaching to the choir though

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Let me rideuntil i get free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Take that bitch to canada where errything is snow

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

The kings get killed very least overthrown

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone