This is a song about "Cloud"

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

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

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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

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

Promise me you won't step out of line

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

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

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

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

I just might throw a big amount

It takes away my storm cloud.

I think my rapking crown is crowned so start up a big round black cloud

Waiting holding her stomach but holmes would never find out