This is a song about "Dead cloud carnival"

They can’t even come around

Before we lift to the cloud,

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

Would look at us all the time

You know what get pissed let me pass on the storm cloud.

Yeahi tell my niggas pick the target out

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

Welcome to our carnival

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Welcome to our carnival

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

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

I can do it all and it ain't no problem