This is a song about "Being in the clouds"

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

They wanna hold us back but we being in the scene

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

For being the absent dad in attendance

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Its a party in the clouds don't need an invitation

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

You shouldnt look back to the past in fact just look up in the clouds

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

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

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out