This is a song about "Risk of rain"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Chance said he was praying for rain

Your man wale in his own damn lane

This surface of our friendship is now disappeared with the rain

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

And risk losing my thick skin / i'll leave this bitch limp

All brawn, but no brain, your lyrics insane, how does the cycle of rain,

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Is that the pitter patter of the rain - i don't know

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

My roof in the pouring rain , the more of it the more i change

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Theres no risk of anything i say ever damnin' me