This is a song about "Ganja in the rain"

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal 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

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Its a war with the enemy

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Lil rasta off the ganja like he pose to be

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

I'm name dropping clowns to dirt like the rain brought in nouns, i'll turn

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again