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

An alias to suit the suit top he rocked from this crude snob he robbed

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Smoking sticky fixtures

Know just what your worth

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Super summer , yellow hummer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge

At the pawn shop, tryna sell this baume watch

Green and yellow turn again, let her go, back it up

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Yellow diamonds iced up, purple drank white cup

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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