This is a song about "Sara desmond"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Pretend bars like the templars, like when desmond was a waiter

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Hoe dryer then the sahara yet wetter then yo girl sara,

Pretend bars like the templars, like when desmond was a waiter

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her