This is a song about "Lightning"

I bury lightning in your ass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

So drop the slam and let's get sick

Rippin this shit like lightning so quick

Uh, i writing started from the bottom now my pen like lightning

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Plus i'm stormin' on you chumps like i'm thunder and lightning

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But he don't rule a thing

Even though its like fork lightning

Vaporize jets mid-air during firefights, my minds eye making lightning violent,

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

The revolution will proceed

That means i have lightning speed,