This is a song about "Tyrell ma nigga"

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.

Used to call me the african don dada

Will somebody please show me how

And ma futures lookin bright now

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

Only means i'm following my dreams ma

To liberate yourself, africa

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Ma i fucking love you

Isabella, ma bella

She acting all extra