This is a song about "Lady gag"

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

Got a lady friend but i don't need her

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Tie you up and gag your damn mouth

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Get high on the white lady

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

Once as a slave who imagined being free

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

The lady loves her will.

Uhh, and i'm ill