This is a song about "Ganja in the rain"

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

I sustain my strut, whilst you fall down the drain, in the rain.

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Liven in a house made out of mud dirt and rain

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

And make you live in the rain

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

As the ganja smoke surrounds me,

I just want somebody i can see