This is a song about "You re the rainbow in my cloud"

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Before we lift to the cloud,

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

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

And all he wanted was a taste of the rainbow.

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

It takes away my storm cloud.

Then get out your seat and jump around

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

I re-define the word divine, i design the entire universe in my mind

On re up, need strips in cases

Here i go again, searching for love

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

I try not to obey them at anytime

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride