This is a song about "Booty flu"

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Look at all these in-flu-en-ces like in-flu-en-za i'm sick

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing

I'll give ya the flu my style is so sickening

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap