This is a song about "Booty booty booty"

I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

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

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Ross and folarin, couple women

Take ur booty ass...and bitch plz start to run...

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

Out her dirty pussy, or either her curvy booty while i undressed her

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot