This is a song about "Cloud maker"

They shoot you over that paper, its just survivalist human nature

That can't take an undertaker, feelin to make me meet my maker

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

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

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

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

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

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

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