This is a song about "Cloud"

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

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

Here i go again, searching for love

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

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

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

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder