This is a song about "Booty calls"

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Hit me up for a booty call.

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Hit the big booty bitch in the mouth, it's so hilarious

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

He calls it art when he arranges them

I wish i’ll never see you again

Which calls for variations

Got a nigga seein things