This is a song about "Challenge competirion cloud nine"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

Only chicken heads chicken out

Before we lift to the cloud,

Cant beleive you turds thinking your my challenge

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

It takes away my storm cloud.

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

When ever we talk, i feel like i am on cloud nine wit ya

If my goals are odd i take as a challenge

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Mother fucker, you dare challenge me?

In my hand theres a nine

Welcome to organized crime