This is a song about "Rain jacket"

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

After the fire, comes the rain

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

Cold days without a jacket

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Chance said he was praying for rain

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Just pour me a glass of that dark shit

Yo rhymes are so cold here's a jacket.