This is a song about "Cloud nine"

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

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism

Guess im ahead of my time

White boy, six foot, packin a nine

I find dimes like nine - five

She's flawless like some uncut ice

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Rob you on the street with the nine

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

It takes away my storm cloud.

Can't seem to find a solid ground

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

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

I gots cravin for a number nine

I'm back chillin with a friend of mine