This is a song about "The come up season"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

There's hard work to be done during the season of inundation

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Then the walls come up and she's alone in a crowed room

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Rhyming over reason, is the season, its my philosophy

Cold as the snow season, below freezing, peace brother,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My brain is the haziest, come up with some amazing shit

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I've come up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks/

Cold world no blanket son

My life is like the snow season