This is a song about "Strange clouds"

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,

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

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

This is how she want to live

The world seems strange at times

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

Dc cabs got my pops alright

Young and dumb, or even old and stupid

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Stand up high and reach the clouds