This is a song about "Niggas hatin on me"

I make it rain on niggas call me a weatherman

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

These niggas sleepin on me, i can hear all them snore

Must be something you want me to see

Can't understand why all my exes hatin' me.

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

If you hatin on me, you obviously a lame

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne