This is a song about "Thunder strike"

I keep my money neat

Indeed i strike assassins creed,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

Hiding under your bed waiting for the right time to strike

Spheres of shadow strike the gates

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

Blinding light/defining strike

My rhymes strike like acid chemicals,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

The second to realize ill hit you like the thunder

When the beat drop, just feel that thunder

And that i spent the night with her