This is a song about "Cloudy"

I spend it make it right back on a monday

Well do you? i doubt it cause it's cloudy and grey

Tryin hard to hide my face

Lost in sound a cloudy haze

Truths are cloudy and i believe the stereo type

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Fortifying boundaries, not glorifying cloudy seas/

Slow and steady wins this race

Through the cloudy nights and stormy days

And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked

Your 2cents, cloudy mind turns me translucent

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

My mind is cloudy, but when it storms its some insane rain/