This is a song about "Turkmen snow"

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

My flow kinda chilly because i be spitting that snow

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Keeping yours stuck like packed up snow.

You know i be teasing, though

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Chillin' with homies and family

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Like a snow ball running down a hill