This is a song about "Storm trooper"

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

Guess you can call me a hearty farty trooper, the truth is on the way

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

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

The jiggas and the tips

So far above a storm begins.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

In the inside it's cold as the storm

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

I am a storm so do the math.

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose