This is a song about "Raining money"

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Because here it always seems to be raining,

We're living in a fantasy

I heard that time is money

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

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Hustle for dis country money

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

You know odd future it's raining heat rocks

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

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

Sun, wheres the sun? its been raining a while, i need this,

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service