This is a song about "Booty cheeks"

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

Hit me up for a booty call.

Know you want me to fall

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit