This is a song about "Cloud conspiracy"

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

We don't ever make love

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out

Then become a fuckin' addict, wait 'till those days cloud,

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

If you ain't about money

It's all a conspiracy,

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Conspiracy theorists are bitches i don't like

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

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around