This is a song about "Faze rain wet"

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

After the fire, comes the rain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Neither a faze nor a trance, left with 1 last chance

Or know them testament verses

Got her wet like kobe, swish

Your man wale in his own damn lane

And make you live in the rain

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Nothing you will say will faze me