This is a song about "Thunder gun"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Louder than the thunder dome is, no roaming

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

I went to get the gun

Can’t you see just how long my run

She seeked a thunder,

What is hittin' for

Just to match the grind with precision

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers