This is a song about "Lark on my"

From the bushes one sees glowing passion a defiled a lark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

New message from mom

Before my time pasted on

That's word to my mom

Gotta take my dreams on

By the phone, no call

Hangin' pictures on my wall

No watch on my wrist or pain on my fist

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

You already are caged

Got on my signature paint

Raindrops drippin' on my down on my head

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck