This is a song about "Making it rain"

Then i stick it in wet, wetter than rain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Grown men in this game

Just allow it to rain

I make it rain on niggas call me a weatherman

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

And make it rain bad before you're main sad rap

I will make it rain this world will fall on itself

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

By skies that bowed to rain, it was gray, prayed every day

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

So i articulated, till it ran by the rain man,

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam