This is a song about "Rain"

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

I need your love like plants need rain,

Throwing money up and making it rain/

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

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

But now invisible cells around your brain

Don't feel pain in a flame, don't feel shame in the rain

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Not hungry for my poetry

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

My mind is cloudy, but when it storms its some insane rain/

Down in dallas at the all-star game

After the fire, comes the rain

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali