This is a song about "Winter"

My flow's frozen solid, it's the middle of winter,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter

Winter fresh with every breath like the shivering cold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Say you through will all my foul ways