This is a song about "Soft spots"

Coming out the snowfall, like hoth and i'm soft/

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

There spots that are vacant

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Reserved spots for our casting lots/

Fighting sloppy,you could not knock me,off,you always looking soft,

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

And it really ain't my fault all your shit looks soft/

Her voice was soft and sweet,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Fuck shane battier that nigga a soft boy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

Or land soft as a sweater

That damier bag i bought her