This is a song about "Sucking my dick in the rain"

And make you live in the rain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Her dick-sucking was sicker than weezy's seizures/

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

Your mom's in pasadena sucking dick like a vaccuum cleaner,

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,

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

Lyricism back in the game when i brainstorm i bring literal rain

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

And these two, other sloos, sucking my dick for a bag of jewels

Knew he was working for the fed's, same crime, different trials