This is a song about "To young to love"

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

You was to young a 18 year old

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

The pitter-patter of young feet enough to end the chatter

A young grasshopper that's trying to skip pads

We getting money, you can face the facts

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Young innocent black men have to stop and freeze,

And peace to this young warrior,

As i coordinate the perfect feature

It's a shame that young girls want to end up like you,

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh