This is a song about "Booty god"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest

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

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

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