This is a song about "Cloud maker"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Nope, never, this cloud of darkness will shroud then devour

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Epic, they used to feed me detours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

Miss i want to read into your nature

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

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