This is a song about "Black rain"

They calling me the hottest in the game

I need your love like plants need rain,

Just allow it to rain

So we can live again

Shout to the clouds n the rain

My buzz is like cocaine

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

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