This is a song about "Quiet storm"

Lady g, willy b in time

Spit quiet like a mime

In the inside it's cold as the storm

December 4th a star was born

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Destroyed my mentality i was never so quiet

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Their inner voice just go's quiet

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

We'll walk this road together, through the storm

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Everybody quiet i don't wanna hear a murmur

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her