This is a song about "Storm trooper"

I pack more ammo than a trooper,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

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

You prolly wouldnt see dis much ice in a hail storm.

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Can't stop the storm from pouring chloroform/

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

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

This is to all of you felt you wouldnt storm

Cause they fear me in physical form