This is a song about "Booty shorts"

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Hit the big booty bitch in the mouth, it's so hilarious

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids

Your shorts (errahh) yo check it son

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Look it something they can't ever see

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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