This is a song about "Cloud nine walkers"

We know we always out

Before we lift to the cloud,

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

These other rap niggas should never be a problem

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

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

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

They follow him around making noises at him like walkers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

Save some, save none at the same time

It takes away my storm cloud.

They can’t even come around

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

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