This is a song about "Strange clouds"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

I have such a strange characteristic

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Then lost her faith again

Shout to the clouds n the rain

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

No need to smoke purp with her i am on the clouds

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

I can smell it when i go outside

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

I may be strange, and a little different

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win