This is a song about "Winter"

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

Going broke, no sir

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

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

Winter fresh with every breath like the shivering cold

I back up rhymes by stacking lines, they jack it like winter coats,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

And i be talking about me, i do this

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

Slow and steady wins this race

I'm ice cold like the winter days