This is a song about "Tyrell ma nigga"

Lost ma mother and my brother

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Nah rapping is ma zest

Nigga i ain't never scared

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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,

Fucking u with ma middle finger

Said when i do dirt wit her

But that doesn't mean to stress ma

Our nation have to bow, africa