This is a song about "Strange clouds"

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

I have such a strange characteristic

Im sayin one night my love is like that

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I may be strange, and a little different

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Stand up high and reach the clouds

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

1-900-wale, nigga keep the change

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

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

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

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

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house