This is a song about "Raining men"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Magic city tipping them

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

Senior on this freshmen rocking that letter men,

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Stunned crimes are the slowest get in this raining criminal place!/

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space