This is a song about "Lightning"

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

When i blast, rifles will be striking volts like lightning bolts,

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

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

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

Ima murder all these people with lightning strikes as i watch there bodies burn.

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Lightning flashes before the storm/

Your bitch just ain't full of you, she just might be a dyke

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike.