This is a song about "Weather bees"

My records sell, yes sir

Dryin off in the warm weather

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

Regardless to all them, i appease her

And bunch of other felonies from a to z like spelling bees

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

And i hate the chilly weather

Modu, he's ready for whatever

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I make him smile under any type of weather

Deflect what the weather brings

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Ill make rain bars no matter what the weather.

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Fooled forced to to be ruled by pigs stuck in rainy weather

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for