This is a song about "Thunder"

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

But you only the thunder strom eye

Piss me off, you wont ever cough, youll be six feet under, after you hear the thunder,

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

But if you keep it underground, the corporate thunder pounds,

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Hit the game like lightning without the thunder/

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Fuck around and hear that thunder sound,

Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

If improvin rap's a blunder, let me get struck by thunder

The vikings weren't the only ones with a god of thunder.

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture