This is a song about "Clouds"

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

No need to smoke purp with her i am on the clouds

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I hope that you'll remember me when the clouds are away

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day