This is a song about "Thunder cats"

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I'm going off the top of the brain

I'll created thunder on your rain,

Third ward general, young cash money

These other cats bring blasphemy

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

She seeked a thunder,

Baby, you know who you are

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Cause i rather shatter the skittish cats

Not only high, but i season you cats

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax