Cloud, cloud…” Squadda softly sing-raps when I ask the inevitable. “I’m glad Mondre turned that shit into an advert man, crazy as fuck. I mean, for me…what is cloud? It’s my favourite weather, y’know what I mean. Everybody know that shit. I love it raining, all that shit. So it reflects with the music and the beats. I don’t know, for me, when I started making beats it reminded me of rainy days and shit. I never called this shit cloud rap though, that was what they called us. I can fuck with it. I’m listening to us while we on planes going over clouds. It is what it is; if you were going to call this music anything, you can call it cloud rap. It’s cloud rap. They were right on point with that motherfucking title. The title might mean nothing to me but the music is real bass-heavy, it’s some shit you could really slap on a rainy day, really loud. Turn that shit up in your car and ride the hood on a rainy day. Really set that mood.