This is a song about "April showers"

You say you baptized our minds like my rhymes in showers,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You say you baptized our minds like my rhymes in showers,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Counting on my powers, showers, #i #drop like bausch and lomb

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Devoured by the hour by the lead showers,

Ha, that make it hard to be faithful

Look for that label, hope soon maybe april.

Asteroid showers are my solution to rap cowards

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

Who gets his rocks off in the showers staring down the trousers of some washed up rapper