This is a song about "Sweather weather"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

And i ain't frontin for her

Covering my head in bad weather

And i hate the chilly weather

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.

Deflect what the weather brings

I think it's more racist than ratings

It was snow season and the weather was 20 below freezing

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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