This is a song about "Old lady bday"

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

So search hard till you find your lady,

Then those bitches who grew old.

Where i from, it get cold

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

This battles not over till the fat lady sing

I'm not crazy, i just shot a lady, and lust her baby

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

This crazy lady, call her my baby

And all women who had light features, see

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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