This is a song about "Booty breath"

When static taste my breath

Wish i could shed all these tears

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Bitches shake their booty

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

That make it hard to breath

I'm hoping i confess

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

And i'mma keep ya fresh

Wastin all my goddamn breath