This is a song about "Nice weather"

Take her back to where i live

Why can't you just play nice

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

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

And i hate the chilly weather

And i just want to hold her

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Covering my head in bad weather

Jt: didn't get a gift for her