This is a song about "Tits feels like rain"

It feels like a big race,

Give players plenty space

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Sometimes it feels like patron is my priority

I wanted the money and never the fame

I need your love like plants need rain,

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

This depression feels like being fucking stabbed

I miss ya like a bitch with big tits and her brassiere, b

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

It feels like december 8th

Inside it feels like im dying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Disaster and pain. spit fire like it's rain

And reflect on the rap game, i came