This is a song about "Dead in the rain"

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

*boom boom* the cops bust in, he's dead on the floor,

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Well remain on the the train of pain in the rain, ha, i'm insane

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

I'm making it rain with the twentys i'm up in blackhawk all day. tell jaybo don't

I'm name dropping clowns to dirt like the rain brought in nouns, i'll turn

For them to see just who they would knowbut for me i held concern

I'm bringing you flowers in the evening because you're laying there dead.

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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