This is a song about "Strange clouds"

Lies, tangled with fiction

I'm on a strange mission

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I have such a strange characteristic

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Now that's what you call a game

Shout to the clouds n the rain

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Secret society all we ask is trust

I may be strange, and a little different

Magic city a lil bit of change

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

Cause another innocent died

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