This is a song about "Cloud computing"

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

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Chasing money in the city of crime

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

There must be another route, way out

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag