This is a song about "Clouds and llamas"

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

If your man want to bet

Skies are black, clouds are red

I wish i could reach up and touch the clouds, they hang above me,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

And my momma keep smoking that shit

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

We was high school peers, in junior high

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Black clouds circle my weary head