This is a song about "Raining blood"

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Money i make em buck

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,

But ya chose to go before meand brothas miss ya while your gone

But it keeps on raining, and i keep on wailing tranna stay strong,

Spotting the brain performing lyrical dive-bombing raids, raining heavy reign

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.

Because here it always seems to be raining,

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

"damn this niggas ragin" it's raining blood you mistaken

Peep me how i'm raising up the capital from nathan