This is a song about "Thunder buddies"

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Maybe i just shouldn't go so underground, make thunder pound,

And i just want to hold her

When the beat drop, just feel that thunder

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Your buddies playing drop the soap.

It would be a bloody bath, to make your buddies dash,

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Never let the game play youand for the fame

I'll created thunder on your rain,