This is a song about "Storm cartler"

Testing bombs, you really think it's different from desert storm?

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

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

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

A deadly storm concoction is formed from cold hearts and hot air

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

What you think that storm in your mind will just fucking dissipate?

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

I am a storm so do the math.