This is a song about "Little clouds"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Its a party in the clouds don't need an invitation

Skies are black, clouds are red

Probably die getting some head

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

I hope that you'll remember me when the clouds are away

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

I try to be the guy, you think about

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

Me and you i think we should ride

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