This is a song about "Booty calls"

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

I've burned so hot, science calls me pyre/

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

As this booty quakes lakes,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Bitches shake their booty

What them tippers don't see