This is a song about "Lady of knock"

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

It's the belly of the beast, when we knock nobody's home,

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

So search hard till you find your lady,

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

Every day a lady of the night is raped and it's not so silent

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And its simple as that baby

Get high on the white lady

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

I'm at the tip top of rap here to knock you off the hip hop map