This is a song about "May weather"

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

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

I'mma do this fast or weather if the beat is slow

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I'm everesant, nobody do it better

Doesn't matter the time of day, not even the weather.

Tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.

I watched people i know pray and catch the holy ghost

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out