This is a song about "Storm"

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

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

Tonight's doppler forecast is a for a shit storm,

I speak that gospel, flawless in a snowstorm

We'll walk this road together, through the storm

Hit me like a storm there was no warning

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

Bombs after bombs creating a missile storm

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

He was entrapped by a storm eya-eya o

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto