This is a song about "Booty"

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Out her dirty pussy, or either her curvy booty while i undressed her

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Hit me up for a booty call.

Didn't do a thing at all

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle