This is a song about "Clouds"

Skies are black, clouds are red

Cutting me this worthless check

Leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

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

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

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

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

No timeouts homeboy, just one time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,