This is a song about "Snowball"

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

The one who threw the dice, he's easier to recall,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

If you can't look up at yourself

Some thing i keep to my self

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Then you look like a fucking fool

You tryna be a bully like ja rule

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

My rapping is like an avalanche