This is a song about "Booty calls"

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bitches shake their booty

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

When that money calls i holla back

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

As this booty quakes lakes,

One verse is all it takes

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls