This is a song about "Ooh na na"

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Ooh i got a cabin by the lake baby boo

The plight of a rapper or whatever

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

Na i ain't an artist, i'm just a wrapper

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

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

Niggas ah and ooh god can you stop trying ta win

Na no one ever gave her little shits

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Im a thriller like mike jackson,stardom na im already a star im shooting pass them

Cuz i got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

But it's still cool just to dream man because