This is a song about "Cloud maker"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Momma always said id end up a trouble maker

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?

It's all for the thought of havin' more than required

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

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

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

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

I said believe in your dreams

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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