This is a song about "Brazil booty"

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

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

Hit me up for a booty call.

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Then im lookin forward to that crazy booty call

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

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

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Marijuana medical, smokin on the edible

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

As this booty quakes lakes,

One verse is all it takes