This is a song about "Snow storm"

What them tippers don't see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Tonight's doppler forecast is a for a shit storm,

People words are weak like some snow

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

I just want somebody i can see

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

It takes away my storm cloud.

Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

Who real bitches check me out though

So far above a storm begins.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns