This is a song about "Cloud nine"

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

Rob you on the street with the nine

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

When ever we talk, i feel like i am on cloud nine wit ya

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

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

I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

Only chicken heads chicken out

Before we lift to the cloud,

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

I need a backyard full court size

I find dimes like nine - five