This is a song about "Booty bump"

When they go home and bump to something helpless

I pull up in a ghost, hundred on my necklace

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

At the park i bump into people tryin to make mad,

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

About the crowd hoping that they'd bump me out of luck

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck