This is a song about "Rain money"

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

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

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

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I came up hungry

Theres no sun though its always gonna rain

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

That you try and see through the rain

Then lost my faith again

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Shit with our whole family

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money