This is a song about "Clarance s"

S on my chest like a superman vest

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

No, not bombs over baghdad

Or 90's, who cares, they're both bad.

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Rack, rack city shit

First i have potential, now i got them answers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Cause i have got "s" plus what a dog's tail does

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses