This is a song about "Climate"

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

No illuminati but i'm seein through my eye,

Giving me words to help it all make sense

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather

Roll up niggas be like sex

The shit u say doesnt make sense

Covering my head in bad weather

That damier bag i bought her

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Unorthodox, intersects like incest, so in a sense,

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote: