This is a song about "Storm warning"

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

Lightning flashes before the storm/

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

So far above a storm begins.

Everyday a star is born

Perfect storm (a perfect storm)

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

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm

Just a warning not a threat

Ain't finna peak yet

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

This is to all of you felt you wouldnt storm

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

Now i'm brawling like the almighty pawn daunting, with no warning.