This is a song about "He s heading in the rain"

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Well remain on the the train of pain in the rain, ha, i'm insane

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

The route, of where he's heading, head straight to the top

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I sustain my strut, whilst you fall down the drain, in the rain.

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,