This is a song about "Good weather"

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

It's a -- situation

Life's like a weather station,

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Sorry if i seem impaired, but i've been a bit under the weather

I'mma do this fast or weather if the beat is slow

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck