This is a song about "Hurricane of 1900"

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Moment of clarity,

It ain't hard to make money

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Defendants of a meddle, restless full of potential

Let me breathe hard like it was hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Of the book of your life

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Gotta go, let her leave

Top of my pile of bodies