This is a song about "Booty bumping meth"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

I remember bumping jesus walks

And of course, my car's off course

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Bitches shake their booty

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

I go by arry, got the sick beat bumping

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something