This is a song about "Rolling thunder"

Well right after lightning comes thunder

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Rolling up' paper planes

And i ain't got what it takes

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Just rolling around, town cause

Stupid bitch your wrinkling like rolling paper,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

Louder than the thunder dome is, no roaming

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

The second to realize ill hit you like the thunder

Rolling in my bugatti

I'm going back to cali