This is a song about "Booty shirt"

And today we're still in chains

As this booty quakes lakes,

With a shirt saying fuck the world.

But i murder him first

Stop the crying there mascara on her shirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Every damn shirt you own is a shirt for showin' off your tits,

Got the vans on, plaid shirt and some skinny jeans,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Bitches shake their booty

I reel them in, goadomes on see

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

On my shirt now i gotta do work to remove dirt

On they twitter writing novels, see

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty