This is a song about "Storms"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

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

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

I bring dark thunder storms in the month of may