This is a song about "Dead in the rain"

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

There must be another route, way out

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

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

The dead men in the sewage 'n burned in lighter fluid,

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

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Back in california i've seen dead bodies end up in the dumpster

Time after time, again and again

After the fire, comes the rain