This is a song about "Hot weather"

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

I though i was red hot

They burn on every block

I love all the inspiration

Life's like a weather station,

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

Man its cold out here but i'm survivin' in this weather

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Covering my head in bad weather

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.

Something worth dying for

Dryin off in the warm weather

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather