This is a song about "Big booty botched"

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Then im lookin forward to that crazy booty call

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

As this booty quakes lakes,

And today we're still in chains

I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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