This is a song about "My lady"

So pass the baby oil

I'm after lady boyle

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I'd rather lay around and play around my lady then butt fuck it.

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

Put a little twist in her hips cause i'm watching

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

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

You know i love that pussy just like your cat lady grandma

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence