This is a song about "Booty lips"

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

But let something i don't like slip past your lips

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

And today we're still in chains

As this booty quakes lakes,

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

"oh shit, my lips frosted boy,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,