This is a song about "Tyrell ma nigga"

Let me put my funk on this one time

Bitches suck ma dik like wine

My all gold rolly or the

Isabella, ma bella

Ma wars over but ma stress disorder still haunts me without closure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And ma futures lookin bright now

Bitches ain't around one thou

I want to feel her in every way

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Ma family aint proud of me

Cause you love me, call me daddy