This is a song about "Booty shorts"

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

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

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

As this booty quakes lakes,

And today we're still in chains

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Then im lookin forward to that crazy booty call

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball