This is a song about "Booty eating"

Bitches shake their booty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

They calling me often to offer me walls

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Hit the big booty bitch in the mouth, it's so hilarious

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

Shorty i'm just saying that your effort makes you edible

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

So i clap for her, she deserves an applause