This is a song about "The rain"

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

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

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Don't feel pain in a flame, don't feel shame in the rain

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But i kinda like your company

They calling me the hottest in the game

After the fire, comes the rain

I ain't interested in fame

And make you live in the rain

Shout to the clouds n the rain

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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