This is a song about "My lady"

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

But my lady say's different, when i'm with her tonight/

So search hard till you find your lady,

Rose cases, we pop daily

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

I gota lady but these bitches want a kiss

The lady loves her will.

That's aids to the ill

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

Woooh, race my niggas, and i bet you never pass me like a free safety

With the pretty little lady

But showed up cause i ain't fuckin' lazy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Get high on the white lady

We the 93 chicago bulls baby