This is a song about "Booty holes"

As this booty quakes lakes,

And i ain't got what it takes

Bitches shake their booty

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Filling holes with the metaphors and similes i scribble

Swearin', he can save memy stratagies official

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Thinkin' why it's not south beach everyday

And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit