This is a song about "Mean lady"

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

With the pretty little lady

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

I met the sexiest lady who thought i just won the lottery

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

"if you didn't be so mean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

I'm after lady boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

This crazy lady, call her my baby

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Compton burn swishers and watchem get lower than the tits on my old lady