This is a song about "Smoke cloud"

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

What you sippin' on, it's no problem

Where rules get followed

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

And if i wasn't high, i'd probably try to blow my brains out

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

And just in time your head is mine

I smoke on the best smoke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

You never heard of a sweeter sound until you've been high as a cloud

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks