This is a song about "Big booty myla"

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Take ur booty ass...and bitch plz start to run...

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Shorty i'm just saying that your effort makes you edible

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Life's based upon what i'mma do today

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Huh, a metaphor of course

But i can only love you when you undressed

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