This is a song about "Booty a mans"

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

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Bitches shake their booty

If only he was ghetto mans maybe we would sell a bit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see