This is a song about "Droughts and floods"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

And kill yourself and your clique

The drug that they brain need

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Where you welcome to problems