This is a song about "Dead in the rain"

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

So close i could give flip a play

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I got that goodman game

After the fire, comes the rain

My written's imprinted in the hidden book of the dead

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

The modern man was never dead, he's in my head/

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

And make you live in the rain

You're not usin' your brain

I turned into something they never became

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain