This is a song about "Above them clouds"

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Fuck being the king , i will stand above them

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I keep forgetting karma's circling above,

I wish i could reach up and touch the clouds, they hang above me,

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

All we need is convienient love

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Together all the timethought it was true love

And stay above them like a spaceship and i'll make it,just another day with,

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches