This is a song about "Humid weather"

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Doesn't matter the time of day, not even the weather.

In any weather i'm never better your boy's so hot

We charging you niggas up you like it or not

But you don't seem to be under the weather.

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Covering my head in bad weather

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

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

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I make him smile under any type of weather