This is a song about "Tippa irie lyric maker"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Jaw breaker i'ma take it shake ya money maker

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

My lyric projects through a rough process

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Of all those "serial killer" verses, that fall in one lyric

Lyric revived, adrenaline is what powers my humanly internal drive

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

See, i like the person that you are

It's been a minute since i written a lyric.

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip