This is a song about "Storm"

Taking the top by storm, flows wet

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

Can't stop the storm from pouring chloroform/

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

And getting money is the song i sing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...

He gave 'em the platform

No calm before the storm

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

In the inside it's cold as the storm

I was playing with guns

So far above a storm begins.