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

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

I use to chew gum like uh playa, name the name brand, yeh, i call it layers.

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

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

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

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

Getting the clothes for free that i'm wearing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

Cold hearted as spiderman throwin a spider in the snow

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

But it has been ripped off in layers,