This is a song about "Dancing in the rain"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Balling like lebron.in the club them hoes be dancing to my song.

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

I'm name dropping clowns to dirt like the rain brought in nouns, i'll turn

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Floor seats at that wizards game

And make you live in the rain

Dancing with the devil, hoarding useless shit

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Blow up on this society

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money