This is a song about "Tyla may shaw"

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

And whatever may come

Most of them niggas dumb

I want to feel her in every way

Its just another day in may

And we may not be perfect

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

I've fucked up bad i think i may

May be controversial

This is the root of all evil

And we may not be perfect

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Last of a dying breed

It may be a bad deed,