This is a song about "Rain drop"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Chance said he was praying for rain

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Rain, rain, impossible to stay sane,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Almost cried right on the spot

At the top/. make it drop,/

Any given weather,every time i spit,i make it rain

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

I live my life in tha fast lane

And make you live in the rain