This is a song about "Naughty tom"

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

You dress like a french maid or maybe a naughty nurse

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Whisper naughty secrets while

That ain't really my style

And they'll start shaking their naughty bits

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

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

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

Jeru the damaja and naughty by nature had a name,

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick