This is a song about "Cloud maker"

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

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

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer