This is a song about "Cloud"

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

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

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

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

Kids will black outsome cracked out hit the pen max outcome home and blow a back out

Nope, never, this cloud of darkness will shroud then devour

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows