This is a song about "Tyrell ma love"

U smell like ma armpit,while uve been on ma cock pit,ma bars hit ma shit like jolie n brad pitt,

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I can get straight to the cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Lost ma mother and my brother

Of impactful things one can ask for

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

And i just love your flashy ways

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

The science and the art, africa

Only means i'm following my dreams ma