This is a song about "Black clouds"

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Unable to think clear

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

The sun is now gone, see dark clouds comin' out

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,