This is a song about "Aid rain"

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

But tell me what does it gain, talkin' 'bout make it rain

She gotta hold her head up high

I love you only aid for you y

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I'll created thunder on your rain,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

You feel like kool-aid in a wine glass

Im courtside, wizard game

I need your love like plants need rain,

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

And make you live in the rain