This is a song about "Rolling thunder"

And this will be the song that we sing

Oh yes i kept on rolling

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Rolling blunts with my eyes closed

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

When the beat drop, just feel that thunder

Shit louder than the thunder dome

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

Baby heading down a cloud

My eyes are rolling, freaking out

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger