This is a song about "Booty eating"

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

No rations or resources for eating//

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Eating my soul just like cancer,

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Didn't do a thing at all

Hit me up for a booty call.

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

As this booty quakes lakes,

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel