This is a song about "Naughty"

And the v12, that's on various trips

And they'll start shaking their naughty bits

Now, i'm speaking right to you lil' naughty raper

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Jeru the damaja and naughty by nature had a name,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Why do people have to be so naughty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

On they twitter writing novels, see

In my old school, with the naughty

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Run for cover and return fire

Whisper naughty secrets while

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters