This is a song about "Clyde drexler"

Cos i had beef with a thief called chief clyde

Lord forgive me i'm trying, know i ain't living right

Hey clyde to make your house come here now because

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

I know your man ain't lovin you right

I can be your bonnie you can be my clyde

How bout we blow this bit

On some bonnie and clyde shit

I knock you to another axis you ride cocks like brother clyde

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night