This is a song about "Storm"

No calm before the storm

He gave 'em the platform

I was born to do the damn thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Braved the storm callously can you call it sanity?

I'll storm down blundering muttering "recovery"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Wished you felt warm and hold hands with hope and escape through the storm

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Fell asleep in first class

I am a storm so do the math.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Hit me like a storm there was no warning