This is a song about "You my clarity"

Just to go to liv on a sunday

You brought my life clarity

You can be my crazy wife

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

You gone take care of my

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

My pain & my hurt you never go through

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

You my son, you should thank my dick.

Soul started to tear at me, the tole darkened the clarity, that

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I need you by my side

Don't worry just done get inside