This is a song about "Want from me"

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

Well, that's what you are

That gal want me ride har

Or you'll drive me crazy

All you that want to get at me,

Take what you want from the story foretold,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Like they want to mimic me,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

My lady, my baby

All those that want to get with me,

That make me want to swear

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there