This is a song about "Sleeping on the clouds"

Then you smoke a j of weed, and take his kids to the churches

Sleeping on the streets putting beside him some purses

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Sleeping habits adapted to the moon's orbit

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Them out rapping me is like sleeping on the bong call it pipe dreams

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

These haters hope i hurry up and die

Jump for the clouds reach for the sky

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

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