My NEW Lady made me a king,
i share the crown with the wealthy, she is everyones queen,
she is everyones obsession, though she can be very mean
just ask the dealers they make her very unclean,
she is our inspiration, and my NEW ladys favorite color is green,
My NEW Lady is the source of all evil,
but we all strive for her, us lagit and illegal,
to many she is there god, like she has no parallel no equal,
but we're all the same to her though i still get jealos when shes with other people,
when she's IS with me, my NEW lady gets me flyer than the eagles,
My NEW Lady has made me really popular lately,
she's given me everything i wanted, i forgot about you baby,
but sadly... happiness is not one of the things she gave me,
she cant really give that, though she did get me a mercedes,
i dont even care for you, now im laughin in your face see,
im not worried theres more fish n' the sea,
and besides im on my mission to be,
the absolute....
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P.S. This is not a love poem, or even about a person at all.
So the RIDDLE of this RHYME is... who is my lady?
Once you figure out what im talkin about you should read it again.
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