This is a song about "Change weather"

But im never gona change

With foreign names, valet the range

Tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender

When you ain't got no education

Life's like a weather station,

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

And i hate the chilly weather

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

To me its so whatever, i could care less about the weather

So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'mma do this fast or weather if the beat is slow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window