This is a song about "Clouds and llamas"

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

No dark clouds, just silver linings

I was playing with guns

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

The vision is quite clear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Stand up high and reach the clouds

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Black clouds circle my weary head

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims