This is a song about "Raining money"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

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

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

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Its raining lyrical missiles

But most times darling the sequel sucks

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Money bring pain,money bring gain

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

I likely will be chased through hell with missiles raining ash,

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck