This is a song about "Thunder lord"

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

Shit louder than the thunder dome

That he dont even own

But you only the thunder strom eye

Live off my lie and my lullaby

All you need is your passport

Peace be upon him my lord

Hit the game like lightning without the thunder/

Ain't tryin to fight no war against my brother

When the beat drop, just feel that thunder

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Oh lord like it's sunday

Keep losing my way