This is a song about "Fire to the rain"

Shout to the clouds n the rain

They think they bring that pain

Set up fire to the ceiling, wait fuck that set fire to the building

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

Send you to the graveyard and char you with my fire blast

I bring the rain and the fire, use my blade and my dagger

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I'm the kerosene to the fire a fucking pin to the tire

Ready, steady and setting fire to the mic/

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear