This is a song about "Booty looks good"

One verse is all it takes

As this booty quakes lakes,

And uoeno cus you dont know how it looks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck