This is a song about "Makin money rain"

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

And make you live in the rain

Shout to the clouds n the rain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

You feel it from your head to your toes

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I need your love like plants need rain,