This is a song about "Weed rain"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Have no souls indeed

And make you live in the rain

Balling, but it’s not a game

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

I need your love like plants need rain,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

This surface of our friendship is now disappeared with the rain

After the fire, comes the rain

Look around: we the largest in the game

What them tippers don't see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money