This is a song about "Ganja in the rain"

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

Sparking ganja in a honda van of soccer moms

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

This surface of our friendship is now disappeared with 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