This is a song about "Cloud"

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Westside, bitch i run mine

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

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

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

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

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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