This is a song about "Cloudy day"

But keep them cigarettes away

Needlin' through his day to day

Baby, you got that super bass

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Its time for judgment day

Word play, word play

Yet i still manage every day.

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

If your having a bad day

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

I’m tested every day

And we here to stay

Shut the fuck up cuz ive felt pain days cloudy with rain bouncing

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin