This is a song about "Weather"

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Whatever weather, cold or warm

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

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

Sorry if i seem impaired, but i've been a bit under the weather

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

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

And i hate the chilly weather

I think it excited her

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

I'mma do this fast or weather if the beat is slow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow