This is a song about "Clouds"

A lot of people called it last year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

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

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Stand up high and reach the clouds

My garage full of cars that bounce

Black clouds circle my weary head

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

Let's enjoy our younger years

No dark clouds, just silver linings

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,