This is a song about "Burrito mushroom"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

You never heard of a sweeter sound until you've been high as a cloud

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Can't decide, take em out

It takes away my storm cloud.