This is a song about "Above them clouds"

Always knew where the pot was

Turned to be wheat mystics left above

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

I keep forgetting karma's circling above,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

And stay above them like a spaceship and ill make it,just another day with

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Here i go again, falling in love

With the other girl you kept above,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

Admit that you deny the one above,