This is a song about "Lesson s of the storm"

Cause you're most likely to crash

I am a storm so do the math.

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

And my momma keep smoking that shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Lessen the lesson to keep the adolescent

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Fitting that you're the tutor cause i'm serving you a lesson

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Quick listen, a lesson on the art of crucifixion

But here's the lesson,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun