This is a song about "Rain"

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

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

And of course on my parade it should fucking rain

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

I need your love like plants need rain,

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

This surface of our friendship is now disappeared with the rain

Just allow it to rain

You just tryin' to run game

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

But tell me what does it gain, talkin' 'bout make it rain

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane