This is a song about "Dead in the rain"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

And make you live in the rain

Now that's what you call a game

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

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

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud