This is a song about "Cloud"

Welcome to organized crime

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

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

Let me put my funk on this one time

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

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

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