This is a song about "Sunny and clouds"

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

Your bitch suck a dick while another nigga pounds

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Me and you at the beach on a bright and sunny day

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

We ate, not capri suns and sandwiches and sunny d's,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Leave u dead and ya boys lookin for u movin wit the clouds/

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

We clouds from a spliff, touting and spouting quips off the bare tops

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

But count my clouds, couple spots from number nine,