This is a song about "Desperate girl"

And he, what's his name, earl

Delicate little tan girl

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But i know that desperate times call for similar measures

With knowledge and leverage to angle the desperate

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Desperate dwellers who settle in cellars venture for shelters

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse