This is a song about "Snow white cupcakes"

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

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

My flow kinda chilly because i be spitting that snow

Or was it a snow cone? who knows...

Here they keep a rachet close

Make snow white careless, i'm showered with dollar bills,

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Had to borrow the ice to make for a better snow

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

We're living in a fantasy

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

So much snow got me feelin' snowden

And i know that you're open

You're the snow, i'm the sun