This is a song about "Storm"

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

Wished you felt warm and hold hands with hope and escape through the storm

Can't stop the storm from pouring chloroform/

Heh, if the autotune's gone

No calm before the storm

He gave him a platform

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Braved the storm callously can you call it sanity?

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Hit me like a storm there was no warning

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free