This is a song about "Weather in spanish"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Covering my head in bad weather

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Chinga tu madero i just said f*ck you in spanish

She say something something spanish

That's why i shine like i does

Im clever, no longer colder then the weather in december,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Dryin off in the warm weather

She should have invited her

He gave 'em the platform

Whatever weather, cold or warm

My flow so sick i speak spanish flu

I wanna be next to you