This is a song about "Lightning storms"

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Hit the game like lightning without the thunder/

Lightning flashes before the storm/

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Mighty god of lightning, some call me zeus

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Talking about the god you serve

Skies black and flashes lightning at creatures

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep