This is a song about "Snow cone"

Either way it's white as snow

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

It ain't nothing though

Carefully packaged with snow

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But make sure if they do see

No, just put us on death row

People words are weak like some snow

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

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Ain't no women at the shows

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

Two reflections into one

So much snow got me feelin' snowden