This is a song about "Red crusible fire storm"

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

And then i saw the red,

One day a bed

My voice make her wet

Kushed up and my eye red

Everyday a star is born

No calm before the storm

While i'm making history

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

Covered the room in splattered red,

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn