This is a song about "Warm weather"

I make him smile under any type of weather

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

My block hot, your shit warm out thea.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

But you don't seem to be under the weather.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

But now it's like i'm drowning underneath the weather

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

And i just want to hold her

Dryin off in the warm weather

I know most guys won't freak together

Covering my head in bad weather