This is a song about "Cloud nine walkers"

My heat concealed and its that black nine

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Corduroys, cam will shine

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Which generates a nine point nine magnitude earthquake

Day walkers are weak, they lack our keen senses

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

No more, we caked out

It takes away my storm cloud.

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

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Welcome to organized crime

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

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