This is a song about "Tyrell ma nigga"

Bitches ain't around one thou

And ma futures lookin bright now

She should have invited her

Lost ma mother and my brother

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Its nothin, ma, im still sane

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Isabella, ma bella

And ma futures lookin bright now

Will somebody please show me how

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

I ain't, mad, at cha

Nah rapping is ma zest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

But it was ma birthday yesterday,