This is a song about "Blowing clouds"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

No dark clouds, just silver linings

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

Starting blowing breezy

What them tippers don't see

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

The world looking out, they on the front row

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

While i be blowing buzz, you be blowing your bloody nose, bitch

Blowing on that gummy

I'm a baller, literally

Black clouds circle my weary head

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead