This is a song about "Snow wood"

So if i do call it's just a check

Hide bodies in a wood shed

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And hide like a beast under the wood

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

I ask would/wood you please leave,

Got tired of running from the police

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

A wardrobe so your skin wood be the wood shavings

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Hopin' that my niggas see

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

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