This is a song about "Cloud"

She can make a pimp fall in love

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall