This is a song about "Fat clouds"

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

The sun is now gone, see dark clouds comin' out

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

Lucky seven probably poppa

I promise i'mma call you back

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

You said also i was fat

Stand up high and reach the clouds

In 2 to 6 hours

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live