This is a song about "Snow days"

He been waiting for his connection to come

Going for days and days unshaven

Same bitches used to play me though

Carefully packaged with snow

Let me rideuntil i get free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

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

Either way it's white as snow

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You blow harder than my pops snow blower

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Call you up like hello is this doctor snow

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

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

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow