This is a song about "Cloud formation"

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

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

It takes away my storm cloud.

Everytime you come around

You never heard of a sweeter sound until you've been high as a cloud

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

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

Blood mutation in my formation

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine