This is a song about "Booty sauce"

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Man while you hungry i am eating steak with tabasco sauce

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

Spreading that gospel sauce!

Huh, a metaphor of course

Bitches shake their booty

Let me rideuntil i get free

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

I gotta tell you that my love is true