This is a song about "Old lady"

Is a space that now you hold

Since i was a day old,

But now all i scream is how he is such a lady

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

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

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

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

Eyes never lazyg.e.d-ing on the daily

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

With the pretty little lady

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three