This is a song about "Smokestack lightning"

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

I'm a lightning-fast killer whose blades strike with no remorse,

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Rippin this shit like lightning so quick

The time is now to chase after these lightning bugs/

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Plus i'm stormin' on you chumps like i'm thunder and lightning

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

talking shit about me as if ma respect is so hard to earn

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Lightning flashes before the storm/

Got most shocked like i struck em with lightning

Cause right now i got my little boy crying