This is a song about "Cloud based pbx"

All we need is convienient love

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

You know what get pissed let me pass on the storm cloud.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

But all decision i've ever made has been based on the dice

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

People judge others based on their pigments under their skin

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Malicious dissent toward based world