This is a song about "Jump on my cloud"

It takes away my storm cloud.

Exit the v wit my gun out

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

I think my rapking crown is crowned so start up a big round black cloud

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

When ever we talk, i feel like i am on cloud nine wit ya

While everybody got ammunition on deck

When the cloud was cool] right after finishing my final project

My car kisses police who jump in front of cars willingly.

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about