This is a song about "Flower in the rain"

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Fire burning, room turning, flower on the wall yearning.

I walked into her apartment with a flower in had

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I’m tryna be low key

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali