This is a song about "Cloud 9"

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

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

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

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

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

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

Everything ain't what it seems

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

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

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

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

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

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain