This is a song about "Humid weather"

I got something you've been waiting for

Covering my head in bad weather

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

I'd rather do business than pleasure

And i hate the chilly weather

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

Im clever, no longer colder then the weather in december,

I mean your whole heart is so confusing with the weird weather

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

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

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out