This is a song about "Cloud 9"

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Always knew where the pot was

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

Chasing money in the city of crime

I'm like sorry ma, this not the time

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Nope, never, this cloud of darkness will shroud then devour