I'd rather rust but I know my life's still buffering
Yeah, I'm not shy if I make some dough
But don't adore of too much snow
Can't even walk a rope
Because the ice is freezing too
Them say they hustle in the nose
But no, it kinda snow
And when me realize the price of population just so low
Mama say if no hand but me nose have to go on
So like how me now have to bet
Me a go and beat it pon the ground
Remember, rain me say, storm me say
Me no see no sun all now
Me no see no Bible but me see a thousand
So happy they think money they got for rent pon the ground, Sammy