This is a song about "Dancing on a cloud"

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Every line that scribe when i'm high on a cloud make you wanna despise

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

When ever we talk, i feel like i am on cloud nine wit ya

Nothing left to feel just despair your serial dancing with a devil

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

But i gotta make sure i’m right

There's no dancing for you tonight.

My women be in the newest

All these diamonds dancing on my wrist

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

As trippy as a trip could get they dancing with they silhouettes