This is a song about "Weed clouds"

He hit me on aim, i respond, he replies

And i guess you are blind, clouds obstructing your eyes

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

Above the clouds close to nothing just the sun rise

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Black clouds circle my weary head

No dark clouds, just silver linings

Got a nigga seein things

But i'm not worried

Who be puffin that weed

Indubitably i'm too street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke