This is a song about "A girl her name was kayla"

Her man face turnin green like his name was ralph nader

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

All i want to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you

Her name was sue and we use to stick together like glue,

By name, your girl is a nympho

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

A girl 15, lets call her christine

Your girl i tapped her, when i brought up your name there was hysterical laughter

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are