This is a song about "Cloud bounc"

Thought i had it mapped out but i guess i didn't, this fucking black cloud

No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

And i like my window tinted out

Before we lift to the cloud,

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

It takes away my storm cloud.

Westside, bitch i run mine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.