This is a song about "Wearing tons of layers in the snow"

Yearnin for somethin greater, soul searchin in this dull hole full a haters

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

50 shades of clay, tons of reasons why i’m mr. may.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Ya, laid in the shades of the everglades, finally forever paid, wearing

Ok i hear you talkin

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But it has been ripped off in layers,

I’ve never seen my neighbors

His daughter pops up, it's him n her playing in the snow

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,