This is a song about "Rain"

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Searching for fortune and fame

After the fire, comes the rain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Like a church in debt

Better hope for a rain check

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Chance said he was praying for rain

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne