This is a song about "Thunder buddies"

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

So he just hung out with buddies

Got tired of running from the police

Raps as fat as thunder thighs, yet my cash is undersized

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

So it leaves me to wonder

When the beat drop, just feel that thunder

Fuck around and hear that thunder sound,

Come wit me you'll smoke around