[Clayray]

My name is Clayton and this is what I be on, I be juggling problems from dusk until dawn.
My mind is infiltrated by thoughts of me in the grave I was taught never be afraid, I was brought up in these you minute made.
I mean shits ridiculous spittin writtens quick in this bitch fittin to hit ya men with fist if they get out of line.
Sittin psycho in my silent mind ill desire to write these rhymes and make a livin.
Prophecy was giving I ought to be making millions the thought of me in the trenches is haunting me something vicious.