This is a song about "Cloud"

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...

And i be countin' money till i pass out

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

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

In private, not public in the streets

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Private plane, my seat recline

I'm so loud den dis fucking black cloud! hit u from every directions ma spitz globing around!//

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round