This is a song about "Lady kiler"

So search hard till you find your lady,

Please boo what's your size crazy

With the pretty little lady

I’m a hustla, baby

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

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

You have laid your footprint in the soil

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

The lady loves her will.

Can barely walk the city streets

My bitch a lady but a freak in the sheets,