This is a song about "Cloud"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

Then become a fuckin' addict, wait 'till those days cloud,

Mmg man, we smoked out

It takes away my storm cloud.

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Thought i had it mapped out but i guess i didn't, this fucking black cloud

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

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