This is a song about "Thunder thighs"

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

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

I lack jungle fever, had to black for the sneakers

The thunder pounds, the stomach growls escape crack dealers,

We about to set this bitch on fire

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

He is holding your thighs...

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Who's pockets look fat just like her big ole thighs

Said when i do dirt wit her

She seeked a thunder,