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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

It’s time i start pressin the buttons on this lesson

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

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

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Quick listen, a lesson on the art of crucifixion

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form