This is a song about "Booty flakes"

Went from lennon imagine to nicki's booty sucha fathom,

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Bitches shake their booty

What them tippers don't see

Make sure to give them my all

Hit me up for a booty call.

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

No more taking breaks, cause your mistakes will eat you up like frosted flakes/

Leave yo brains lookin like some mushy corn flakes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play