This is a song about "Cloud maker"

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

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

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

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

But make it in time for shitty re-runs of rocket power

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

The fourth one, i like to kick around

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

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

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

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback