This is a song about "The clouds"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

So what i do is pray, no more days where the clouds are grey

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

One look at the clouds, do u see me?

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city