This is a song about "Blue weather"

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Covering my head in bad weather

Ill make rain bars no matter what the weather.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Outta the fucking blue/

Raised by a momma who, who

I make him smile under any type of weather

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

If your man can't keep up wit you

My favorite color is blue

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

But you don't seem to be under the weather.

Dryin off in the warm weather

Pain, he's ready for whatever