This is a song about "The ort cloud"

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

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Stuck in a cloud of consciousness,

The way she walks and causes a fuss

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

High in the sky, i think i see cloud nine,

Floating on a cloud i hope i never fall

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

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

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

I was seized to believe that cloud 9 was deceased,

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Demons paint skies black like a cloud of crows