This is a song about "Booty holes"

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

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

As this booty quakes lakes,

And no longing for dates

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Board of administration, yeah we here to stay

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Holes in the walls like i'm on an escape mission

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

To wet you niggas up like vagina holes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows