This is a song about "Hurricane storm"

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Anto came too, like hurricane do

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Tonight's doppler forecast is a for a shit storm,

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

Can't stop the storm from pouring chloroform/

This is to all of you felt you wouldnt storm

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

And getting money is the song i sing

We'll walk this road together, through the storm

Everyday a star is born

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing