This is a song about "Cloud based pbx"

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

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

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Rap is based off of reality, re-a-li-sm

My talent should take me places i've never been

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Malicious dissent toward based world

Long as she come to me first

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her