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

But tell me what does it gain, talkin' 'bout make it rain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Rawest practice and making

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,

He was making it his life and i wasn't.

Odd future, i'm your mothafucking sergeant

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

I fucks with her the long way she don't really wanna' stay

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Any given weather,every time i spit,i make it rain

Down in dallas at the all-star game

It was pretty windy , heavy rain