This is a song about "Thunder lord"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Louder than the thunder dome is, no roaming

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Popping champagne bottles, lord he is

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Lord just look up lucid

Oh lord like it's sunday

Take me away away

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Lord forgive me, lord forgive me things i don't understand

Competition on the court

Peace be upon him my lord

When the beat drop, just feel that thunder

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

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

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,