This is a song about "Booty calls"

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,

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

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

And i ain't got what it takes

As this booty quakes lakes,

As i'm watching the snow fall

Hit me up for a booty call.

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And i promised myself i wouldn't tell you this shit today

Or the trials of relations

Which calls for variations

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls