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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

They smoking on something making haters feel so bitter

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

That you try and see through the rain

Rawest practice and making

Same '89 camry that needs painting

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

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

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

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

Throwing money up and making it rain/

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game