This is a song about "Blowin dope clouds"

Blowin on that gummy

I'm a baller, literally

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

But now back in that opium den straight blowin'

Nice flow / my minds dope

Used to find dope in his coat

Black clouds circle my weary head

Kick back and know yo son set

Stand up high and reach the clouds

A thug niggas in tha house

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Whether you wrong or you right

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded