This is a song about "The ort cloud"

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Put that data in the cloud like that acid rain

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

I think my rapking crown is crowned so start up a big round black cloud

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

She leave before the sun up, leave you something to think about

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

Talk shit, take a stand in the same rhyme

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

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

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

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

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

Bitch, i might make you my baby