This is a song about "Up in da clouds"

So man up this phantoms about ta kill da booth,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Walk into the bathroom stall and i'd rather see em take a bullet in da

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Ripping holes in clouds as my altitude diminishes

But in reality you in da crazy house actin worse

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

You shouldnt look back to the past in fact just look up in the clouds

Theres snakes up in the grass, but cass gon blast when da beef is on.

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

So wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

Wake da fuck up,solder!tonight we'll have dinner in hell!