This is a song about "Weed clouds"

Its a party in the clouds don't need an invitation

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Shout to the clouds n the rain

They think they bring that pain

Black clouds circle my weary head

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

I hope that you'll remember me when the clouds are away

Who substituted for this weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Lookin' for these better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays