This is a song about "Strange clouds"

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

I wish i could live with no fear

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

Nigga fuck the black and whites

The world seems strange at times

About disaster in the world and

I may be strange, and a little different

When i'm low, she take me high

Jump for the clouds reach for the sky

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul