This is a song about "Good weather"

We used to chill and find a place to smoke weed when the weather

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

I'm here to make it better

And i hate the chilly weather

But you don't seem to be under the weather.

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her