This is a song about "Booty calls"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Hit me up for a booty call.

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

He calls it art when he arranges them

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course