This is a song about "Dark weather"

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

And by the way i'mma start

And i hate the chilly weather

Get high together, left ny together

My records sell, yes sir

Dryin off in the warm weather

Life's like a weather station,

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Deflect what the weather brings

Covering my head in bad weather

You know...you know who you are