This is a song about "Cleaning lady"

But there's too much trash in this bitch, get to cleaning/

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Must be something you want me to see

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady

I'm after lady boyle

My rapping made you soil

I gotta know if it's real or not

Cleaning em up with a mop./

With handfuls of razor blades i'm cleaning you with mace

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

The lady loves her will.

That's aids to the ill