This is a song about "Little clouds"

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

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

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

Never had a chance to try

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

My soul flying to the clouds, but then i feel that doubt

And i be countin' money till i pass out

My god come before this bread

Black clouds circle my weary head

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke