This is a song about "Ganja in the rain"

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,

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

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

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

After the fire, comes the rain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

As the ganja smoke surrounds me,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

God mc oh my god you gotta see