This is a song about "Cloud based pbx"

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Then become a fuckin' addict, wait 'till those days cloud,

It takes away my storm cloud.

Red bottoms y'all and the ass is out

Where every recipient, property of the state

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

There's nothin' like where i come from

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