This is a song about "Sara desmond"

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

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

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

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

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

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