This is a song about "70 degree weather"

I like my girls smart, skinny

Get off rap pad and get a degree

Told im getting another 70 g's next may

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Who can only stand new hip-hop to a tolerable degree

And i hate the chilly weather

Look, i just want to make you better

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather