This is a song about "Naughty"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Why do people have to be so naughty

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Whisper naughty secrets while

Were you naughty or were you nice? only time will tell.

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

In my old school, with the naughty

To them it's just a story

And they'll start shaking their naughty bits

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Jeru the damaja and naughty by nature had a name,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Feeling out of place as i whistle a cab down

Not to be naughty but to hang out downtown

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse