This is a song about "Cloud conspiracy"

It's all a conspiracy,

She going to borrow some money

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

There must be another route, way out

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall

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

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Conspiracy theories, illuminati leaves the rest to die,

My teacher said impossible but i’ma fucking try