This is a song about "Snow in july"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Although thought that we would grow

Truth's in the gut, we get looks of disgust cause we're stuck in the snow

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

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

She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Fuck you once and leave you naked in the snow, with two kids

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still