This is a song about "Dead in the rain"

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

And i'm fucked in the bed. and i'm fucked when i'm dead.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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