This is a song about "Strange clouds"

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I have such a strange characteristic

To see you and you hated

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

The world seems strange at times

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

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