This is a song about "Pregnant lady"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

The lady loves her will.

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

I'm after lady boyle

So pass the baby oil

It ain't over till the fat lady sings

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

So i could see a part of me that wasn't always shady

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

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit