This is a song about "Booty cheeks"

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Hit me up for a booty call.

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

As this booty quakes lakes,

I know what it takes

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks