This is a song about "Dead in the rain"

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Be in the dead fucking center, walking around

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Abortion clinics, babies dead in the womb//

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

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

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

After the fire, comes the rain

I wanted the money and never the fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain