This is a song about "Floyd may weather"

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

Covering my head in bad weather

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

And then along came the wrong man for her

Dryin off in the warm weather

And i just want to hold her

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Going off on this track blowing up like floyd

Its just another day in may

Yeah ain't that what the song say

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,