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

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

How i think about you every day

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

And make you live in the rain

So much to say a scrabble game

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

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

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

I do the right thing

Rawest practice and making