This is a song about "The cloud"

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I've got a storm cloud followin' me...

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

Thought i had it mapped out but i guess i didn't, this fucking black cloud

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

I gotta get away, but there's no where to hide from my storm cloud.

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

Then become a fuckin' addict, wait 'till those days cloud,

We on another level, i'm bout to pull that porsche out