This is a song about "Pouring rain"

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Rain, rain, impossible to stay sane,

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I'll never call you bitch again

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Throwing money up and making it rain/

He's a boring... sloppy mess. and him pouring... on these threats

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Emotion got it pouring, like liquor like liquor

Just allow it to rain

It's been nothing but pain