This is a song about "Good weather"

You have this letter

Dryin off in the warm weather

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

Ill make rain bars no matter what the weather.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

What up girl, tell me how you been

Life's like a weather station,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Covering my head in bad weather