@tyra-3's Review of South of Beale - Memphis, Tennessee

Yeah, it's my team, I'll say the candle, I'm losing it, I'm the tech canopy, can't be brown like a bro. And then roll my new B-street, I like my ghost. When I'm out, I see you, my head shut down, I told you, cause it ain't what I need, man. And I got to make it bad, cause my body ain't gonna tell me, my son needs to go. He need shots, and I like them to fly. I ain't gonna lose the ring, baby, man. I ain't to fly, baby. I ain't to fly, baby. I ain't to fly, baby. I ain't to fly, baby. I ain't to fly. I said, I need a small piece. I didn't need a bad wife. I didn't need a damn piece. Every time I left the chocolate, they're doing burnt jeans. Now, man, I think I can do right now. Look out for me.