This is a song about "Strange clouds"

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

When i pull up in that candy range

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Finding more light to shed

Skies are black, clouds are red

Stand up high and reach the clouds

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',