This is a song about "Lady gravy"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

I was wondering maybe

With the pretty little lady

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

Or you'll drive me crazy

Get high on the white lady

But my lady say's different, when i'm with her tonight/

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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