This is a song about "Storms"

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

If i can leave this place, and just get away

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

My mind is cloudy, but when it storms its some insane rain/

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.