This is a song about "Booty ass cheeks"

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

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Hit the big booty bitch in the mouth, it's so hilarious