This is a song about "Bad storm"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Braved the storm callously can you call it sanity?

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Can't stop the storm from pouring chloroform/

In the inside it's cold as the storm

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

What you think that storm in your mind will just fucking dissipate?

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing