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

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

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

You're the snow, i'm the sun

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Truth's in the gut, we get looks of disgust cause we're stuck in the snow

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

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

I just step up in the club pour it up on a bad bitch that be wearing thong.

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I've become immune to you no name haters

But it has been ripped off in layers,