This is a song about "Warm weather"

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

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

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause

You didn't keep the stage warm, step off!

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

You got to have your game tight

Like the chimes on a warm summer night

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

So bold n so cold in whatever type of weather

Whatever weather, cold or warm

December 4th a star was born