This is a song about "Cloudy days"

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Your 2cents, cloudy mind turns me translucent

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight

Just remember that there's brighter days

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

Ran outside to see the big show

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Sitting here reminiscing about the old days

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

But i'm not in the first place

Because they weak, like seven days.

You're that secret place

Lost in sound a cloudy haze