This is a song about "Cloud chased"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Ion let commercials play me, neva eva chased the fame...

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

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

A coward dies a thousand deaths

No more getting chased by space cadets.

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

I had a dream, and i chased it,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I likely will be chased through hell with missiles raining ash,

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

Always knew where the pot was

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

And just in time your head is mine