This is a song about "Flower in the rain"

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

Where there no light for the flower to bloom,

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Well remain on the the train of pain in the rain, ha, i'm insane

That you try and see through the rain

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

After the fire, comes the rain

Trying to renovate the game

Shout to the clouds n the rain

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

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

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Just like when you're plucking the last fucking pedal off of a living flower

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain