This is a song about "Little clouds"

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

You shouldnt look back to the past in fact just look up in the clouds

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise

Do not attempt to interfere

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

You already know you're dead

Black clouds circle my weary head