This is a song about "Booty call"

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

One verse is all it takes

As this booty quakes lakes,

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

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

Hit me up for a booty call.

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different