This is a song about "Lighting"

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Lighting up mary jane; that loud chick's

Cuz lighting up all these kids is murder

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I capture lighting in a bottle and release it when i please

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Their vision blurrs out the scene lighting heat like suns power

Lighting reef up like it’s god damn the holiday season..

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Power combined with speed like a mike tyson swing colliding with a lighting spree

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Smacking and tacking you with big bold bolts of lighting too/