This is a song about "Booty a mans"

Hit me up for a booty call.

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Rap away mans so the guys score the girls.

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A mans on the ground, and thats not whipped cream

Now shes choking on another mans dick,

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

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

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

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Of a small mans heart trying to get by

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Back that booty up bitch, i'm a bumble bee