This is a song about "Cloud bounc"

Before we lift to the cloud,

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

Cause after all the lights and screams

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall

High on loud when i be ridin' out

It takes away my storm cloud.