This is a song about "Cloud based pbx"

But i apologize for not walking you around

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

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

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

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Stuck between a rock and ahard place, nothing they say is based

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Pray to the based god you don't catch the fury/

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

My felonies are all based in memories

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace