This is a song about "Weatherman"

I make it rain on niggas call me a weatherman

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

I make it rain on niggas call me a weatherman

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I make it rain on a bitch like a weatherman/

Fuck it just call me the weatherman

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang