This is a song about "Cloud"

Big homie hov said i am close

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

He just throws it around

It takes away my storm cloud.

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

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

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

Can barely walk the city streets