This is a song about "Cloud bounc"

Epic, they used to feed me detours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

Everything ain't what it seems

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

It takes away my storm cloud.

Exit the v wit my gun out

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Welcome to organized crime

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad