This is a song about "Weather underground"

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Was king of the underground

Whatever weather, cold or warm

Everyday a star is born

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

We fuckin' it up this summer

Underground unsigned gunner/

I mean your whole heart is so confusing with the weird weather

An understatement said that k. lamar was under pressure

And i hate the chilly weather

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Make my jollof with lots of pepper

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Covering my head in bad weather