This is a song about "Cloud nine"

Mmg man, we smoked out

It takes away my storm cloud.

Nope, never, this cloud of darkness will shroud then devour

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Rob you on the street with the nine

Guess that means you can never be mine

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

I gots cravin for a number nine

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

I flash smiles at the mean looks

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

I never fit in with them light skins

Sees the sky in nine dimensions