This is a song about "Dead cloud"

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

Lady g, willy b in time

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Gun shots cloud our thoughts, young authors evading cops

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

So gon' and be my dealer baby

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...