This is a song about "Big booty bitches"

And today we're still in chains

As this booty quakes lakes,

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

African queen got what you need

Bitches shake their booty

What them tippers don't see

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree