This is a song about "Tyrell ma nigga"

Ma nigga be wise, open your eyes, see the unexpected be disguised from the pits of the sky

Two kids shot while the whole block staringi will never understand this society, first they try

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

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

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Let's face it, i can’t replace

I ain't, mad, at cha

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Ma raps ma ya go blind

It'll blow ya mind

I'm going off the top of the brain

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Stage name became ma focus

I can teach you all the sounds of love