This is a song about "Fine lady"

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

With a memory so fine

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

If they find that stash box just one time

Who is so much more than fine

But five years from now i bet she see

So search hard till you find your lady,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

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

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

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

I'm starting to seem fine,