This is a song about "Booty a mans"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Hit me up for a booty call.

Safe sex since you say you not a groupie

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,

Good evening, uhm, everybody listening

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Know it good when she go no hands

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

But it isn't confined to a small mans imagination, but rather redefined by a man,

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang