This is a song about "Cloud maker"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

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

It's no longer a new jack city

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

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

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

All that ass in your jeans

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

The way she walks and causes a fuss