This is a song about "Sweater weather"

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

Salt and pepper, and never even changed an old sweater.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

That damier bag i bought her

Covering my head in bad weather

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

But see me im on this rappad like sleeves onna sweater

As i end this letter

Dryin off in the warm weather

He still got the smell of my perfume on his sweater

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Was so cold that we'd be freezing in need of a sweater

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Ill make rain bars no matter what the weather.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her