This is a song about "Ganja in the rain"

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

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

The ganja is a medicine, we spray no crews,

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops