This is a song about "Hurricanes and tornadoes"

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I just know what you mean

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

Tornadoes, earthquakes and visceral hurricanes

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

And get it again and again

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And like to boast and brag

You is not hip then i can not coach her

And don't ever (and don't ever)