This is a song about "Deep rain"

Parking lot of the blue flame

From working through rain and pain

Now that's what you call a game

After the fire, comes the rain

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

I wanted the money and never the fame

Rain, rain, impossible to stay sane,

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Shout to the clouds n the rain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I'll never call you bitch again

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money