This is a song about "My friend who races bikes that passed away"

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

And all those brave rappers who fought and they passed away,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But now my target's you. a best friend who hates my relation

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

How does it make you feel that they’ve passed away? c’mon just

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Bitch go away you ain't my fucking friend

Shouts to the niggas that passed away

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Hiding under my bed and waiting till the danger passed away