This is a song about "Cloud nine"

Till the day that i grabbed that nine

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

I find dimes like nine - five

What we gotta do to survive

He been waiting for his connection to come

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

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

I gots cravin for a number nine

I spit murder, every bar is a crime