This is a song about "Cloud"

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

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

Welcome to organized crime

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Exit the v wit my gun out

It takes away my storm cloud.

Then get out your seat and jump around

Before we lift to the cloud,

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

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!//

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush