This is a song about "Far o rain"

Mother, o my mother!

I stop and stare at the younger

But look, she went and dialled triple o

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Shout to the clouds n the rain

Grown men in this game

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

I drop o after o of the loud,

We don't care if niggas locked out

He cried like a baby eya-eya o

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

From working through rain and pain

I ain't interested in fame

Growing up i had your posters o

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show