This is a song about "Making the dollars rain"

I’m a star in the making

I was born to do the damn thing

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Blow up on this society

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

I got 10 million dollars, written in the wrong tense

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

My smile is the sun, but my brain is the rain.

Look around: we the largest in the game

The mess you've been making.

Your eyes are amazing

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Like the dollars sign, my words i call are mine