This is a song about "Walk home in the rain"

The boy gets home late in the afternoon

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

For the outlawz, here we come

The home you have isn't in some cabin

Stop makin' in rain with green, we need real rain in cali

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

And i walk in to hear the smell of a fresh bong,

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

You walk in, see the messy scene... and scream:

Walk in say high to the dude wearin dread locks

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

If the day comes that u say its over ima be sitting in my down in the rain,