This is a song about "Cloud based pbx"

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

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

And put another half a mil in my bank account

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

People judge others based on their pigments under their skin

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win