This is a song about "Snow in july"

Committin' those letter crimes unpredictable like weather in july

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Either way it's white as snow

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

You are calling me homo? i will dig a tomb for a mother fucker like you, right in the snow

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Like a snow ball running down a hill

I used to be the most humble until

Now shes covered in "snow" and froze,

Like a line full of hoes