This is a song about "Tyrell ma love"

I live my life in tha fast lane

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

And when it come to the cash

Cause i ‘ma smack your trash

Nah rapping is ma zest

Nigga i ain't never scared

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Don't you fall from grace

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

I ain't, mad, at cha

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

I love and hate this world, this goes out to ma pops

South beach fountain blue

Ma i fucking love you