This is a song about "Storms"

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

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

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

I was born to do the damn thing

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

Wait for the rain and storms to clear oh dear fear

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

I rain sleet when i stomp storms to the beat,

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Satan babies that cause storms and invert child porn,

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing