This is a song about "Cloud maker"

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

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

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

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

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

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

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

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I know your schedule so today's you meet your maker

Raquel treat me like my father like a fucking stranger