This is a song about "Sneaky niggaz on downlow"

Aight, keep going, on and on

That's word to my mom

But my niggaz in paris

They are the coaches in this

When i'm finished with these niggaz, they be calling me "dad"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

And i dont give a fuck bout niggaz that hated

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

Niggaz always wondering when the torture ends, yup!!!

Them niggaz wont know that your a schoolgirl

Hey, girl, say, girl, ain't no time to play, girl

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on