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

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

If you ever feel alone and

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

They smoking on something making haters feel so bitter

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

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

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Fuck it! i'll be signing people and be making them mine,

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine