This is a song about "In the clouds"

I prefer your applause without a handout

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

I'm going off the top of the brain

Shout to the clouds n the rain

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

So what i do is pray, no more days where the clouds are grey

With your head in the clouds it must be hard to see, the route ahead where

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

I can smell it when i go outside

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

Above the clouds, so, so tall. shall even the gods of earth fall.