This is a song about "Sara desmond"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

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

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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