This is a song about "Winter dream"

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

Then keep your change like an oink machine

But i'm accomplishing my dream

You're rap is cold like a freezing winter

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Winter fresh with every breath like the shivering cold

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Platinum metal in the winter, that's colder than shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet