This is a song about "Being in the clouds"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

They wanna hold us back but we being in the scene

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

So being in the kitchen whipping would make sense

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

I wonder why, i sit and cry

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out