This is a song about "Zachary frost"

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The real cost is being lost heartless frost in my fuckin playscape no escape

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Our relationship was like a bad poem, robert frost

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

I'm damn lost like jack frost in the heat

I can always go home and look down my street

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

It's buttery as jack frost under some miami heat