This is a song about "The weather"

Covering my head in bad weather

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

Sorry if i seem impaired, but i've been a bit under the weather

I'd rather do business than pleasure

And i hate the chilly weather

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

I'mma do this fast or weather if the beat is slow

I mean your whole heart is so confusing with the weird weather

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough

'cuz no matter the weather, yo, it's all the same love

Still we be praying that the weather stop playing and cool the tropics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks