This is a song about "Clouds on the horizon"

Unaware of the sucess that was on the horizon

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Black clouds circle my weary head

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

So what i do is pray, no more days where the clouds are grey

Its a party in the clouds don't need an invitation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Skies are black, clouds are red

My voice make her wet