This is a song about "Tyrell ma love"

Yeah, one time for the

Isabella, ma bella

And make sure you remember this, ma i love you.. mamma..

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Ma love is like an ochion, yours is like a pool calm with no motion

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

About disaster in the world and

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

Cause i ain't mad at cha

But that doesn't mean to stress ma