This is a song about "Dancing in the rain"

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Dancing for the bars while you out getting shot

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

After the fire, comes the rain

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

He gave me some excuse like he's dancing on the ceiling

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

Well remain on the the train of pain in the rain, ha, i'm insane

On they twitter writing novels, see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I sustain my strut, whilst you fall down the drain, in the rain.

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again