This is a song about "Booty calls"

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Immature that's what everyone's calls me,

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Half your body laying on my chest

She hangs up, and calls a friend

To make karma come faster than she normally will

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Got four underneath the old-school as well

The mother of these feelings calls herself dispair,