This is a song about "Coloured rain"

Chance said he was praying for rain

I ain't interested in fame

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Don't feel pain in a flame, don't feel shame in the rain

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

I'll created thunder on your rain,

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

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

No days off and that's even on a snow day

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say