This is a song about "Sound cloud rappers"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

All you rappers sound the same its gettin pretty old

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Nope, never, this cloud of darkness will shroud then devour

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows

Yea your gna love my sound

To come and change my life around

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out

You know what get pissed let me pass on the storm cloud.

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

I think my rapking crown is crowned so start up a big round black cloud

Laying it down playing ma sound

I drive that all around

My niggas clownbring a pound

Now am bouncing out surround sound