This is a song about "Cloud conspiracy"

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

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

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

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