This is a song about "Cat lady"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

So search hard till you find your lady,

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

I'm after lady boyle

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Watching michael grow up into a man and find a lady,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

But now all i scream is how he is such a lady

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Get high on the white lady

Got a picture of your cat,

Wonder if they take it all back