This is a song about "Big booty niggas"

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Bitches shake their booty

Hopin' that my niggas see

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Like michael jackson, how you do me this way

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay