This is a song about "Booty a mans butt"

Mans heavy from deadly machetes

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Your joker, 52 cards in a deck , the mad mans me the one who's gonna slit your

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

But i'm so smoothe like baby butt

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

My chief felt a sense of relief. i'm not a thief but slut , look at your butt,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Hit me up for a booty call.

Know you want me to fall