This is a song about "Lovely weather"

Life's like a weather station,

It's a -- situation

Chorus: i wanna chill (chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

I make him smile under any type of weather

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

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

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

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Ill make rain bars no matter what the weather.

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Cause they fear me in physical form

Whatever weather, cold or warm