This is a song about "Winter snow"

People words are weak like some snow

This one right here for polo

People love hodgy i hate you though

Throw my hood up, it's startin to snow

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Blow up on this society

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

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

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

I am olubowale, the answer to this

Flyer than a bird going south for the winter/

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though

Carefully packaged with snow