This is a song about "Booty scratcher"

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest

Went from lennon imagine to nicki's booty sucha fathom,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

Like that bron-bron? i had that long time ago

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep