This is a song about "Lady of knock"

Coppers think it's worthy of lady gaga gettin' dirty with a monster and a mobster

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Inside my pockets, so try to knock it, defeat's ahead of you

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Hopin' that my niggas see

I want a woman not a lady

Get yours; you know what this about

Yo getting sick of your shit, knock it out,

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

I'm after lady boyle

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

To knock you out of your senses

Mama told me it'd be days like this