This is a song about "Cloud"

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

I think my rapking crown is crowned so start up a big round black cloud

I flash smiles at the mean looks

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

You never heard of a sweeter sound until you've been high as a cloud

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

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

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

And i like my window tinted out

Before we lift to the cloud,

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

And not a single feature except lil wayne