This is a song about "Booty calls"

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Which calls for variations

The jiggas and the tips

Keep the calls coming in more money earn,

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

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Just me, and i ain't tryna to make no prank calls

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Bitches shake their booty

Hit me up for a booty call.

Know you want me to fall