This is a song about "Cloud maker"

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

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

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

After he just got out, 15 years to count

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,

I might even stick my tongue out

Before we lift to the cloud,

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

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