This is a song about "Winter formal"

Exclusive bitch, brand new whip, and black coats in the winter

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Winter fresh with every breath like the shivering cold

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

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Just know that i'm always

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Tell them rappers snuggle up, if their gonna let the winter breeze in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation