This is a song about "Storms"

I’m way harder than the concrete

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing