This is a song about "About some one you like"

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Censor you like that one line i said

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Still you don't know one thing about me?

Well maybe just that one motive, you know about cream

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

If you didn't don't fucking spit like you have one

This nation's peace sent here to run you

No one like you, get a fucking clue

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

How about some anal beads girls voice " oooo you nasty"