This is a song about "The ort cloud"

On cloud 9 smoking all this kush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

You never heard of a sweeter sound until you've been high as a cloud

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

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

Nate and cloud the 2 new elites

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Like soap when i put my clothes on, i’m joking but i be foamed out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

If i had on 'bama line

I ain't got time for no cloud nine

I "wrote" this "song" [about my transition to the cloud, back

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black