This is a song about "Cloud"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

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

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

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

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

The race war, when it's us against all of them

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain