This is a song about "The lady of shallot"

Bitch, i might make you my baby

I want a woman not a lady

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

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

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

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

When i peep in the public, bet i'm leaving with something

And hit up chess king and have the lady at the desk bring

I'm after lady boyle

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

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

As im with the baby mama makin your lady happy

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

Am i crazy? maybe, but fucked up is how i been lately

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes