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

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/

You just trynna be haters

Pen and paper, peel the layers

Plus that's only just a handful, tons of other names,

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Hoping that mama would sympathize cause she broke

All because of the skin that you're wearing. it's no joke

So i spit a diss rap without the riff raff and leave him crying in the snow

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Letting such tons trembled sin i'm fired since i was in the fire

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

'cuz some "homeland security" equals tons of profit makin'

Cold, my style making my nose run

You're the snow, i'm the sun