This is a song about "Clarance saxophone yellow suit smoking pip"

My tuxedo is the best, i suit myself

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Take ya ass down the yellow brink road motherfucker

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Yellow ass nigga whinne the pooh

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Don't you hate it when you forget to wash your skin suit

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup