This is a song about "Weather"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Man its cold out here but i'm survivin' in this weather

And i hate the chilly weather

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

Whether any weather, nobody doing it better

I make him smile under any type of weather

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Any given weather,every time i spit,i make it rain

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Deflect what the weather brings

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

I prefer your applause without a handout

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

In any weather i'm never better your boy's so hot