This is a song about "Catching clouds"

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

If i got life left i'm not catching my breath

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Jump for the clouds reach for the sky

Why you call me back? don't lie

I'm selling wisdom, just try and listen i'm tryna get you

To you that after this you'd be through, like catching bird flu two

That's how i got the weed spot

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes