This is a song about "Dead cloud carnival"

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

This carnival is straight from hell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Welcome to our carnival

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Before we lift to the cloud,

Pop it back stick it out

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

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

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

I'm just here to have a good time