This is a song about "Booty eating"

Im eating you alive like chips ahoy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

My mama smoked so god damn much

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Hit me up for a booty call.