This is a song about "Thunder niggas"

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

Oklahoma city transportation, way i bring the thunder

Get struck by their thunder, you'll go through cruel suffer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

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

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

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

Plus i'm stormin' on you chumps like i'm thunder and lightning

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

I'll created thunder on your rain,

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

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

But you only the thunder strom eye

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die