This is a song about "Hurricanes and tornadoes"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

Sometimes i think, what i need

And kill yourself and your clique

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Grab the scissors and saws and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Living young and wild and free

I swear they think i'm crazy

And get it again and again

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And remember what i said and