This is a song about "Haters and making it rain"

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I live my life in tha fast lane

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Dreaming about making it as a rapper but waking up and still climbing the ladder,

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

And make it rain bad before you're main sad rap

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

That you try and see through the rain

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain