This is a song about "Tits feels like rain"

It feels like december 8th

You redundant, you never ever change

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Sometimes it's so empty feels like i'ma have a heart attack.

It kind of feels like middle school again when they call

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

I need your love like plants need rain,

I ain't interested in fame

Emotions are beating down on me like rain

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain