This is a song about "Le may mays"

It may be a bad deed,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

I start to think it's all planned

Medicine may try to counteract

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Sorry, i may be jittery

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

So, they hate and they say

Tell shorty i may change

Said her hearts, in a cage

Then push the milk on a slow bend

And we may not be perfect

May i have your attention please?

Rideright back to the movies

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Well i may be crazy