This is a song about "Big booty niggas"

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Its hard to make it big then what niggas is making it

My new flow bought hublots below zero

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

As this booty quakes lakes,

And i ain't got what it takes

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitches shake their booty

Huh, a metaphor of course

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Big ass grabing on that booty, a lil diffrent is how my crew be,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Big homie died now im killing niggas at sight

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night