This is a song about "Little clouds"

Vicious viscous clouds your flow, victory is my impulse

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

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

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Black clouds circle my weary head

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

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

Yea and this is something to think about