This is a song about "Chica booty"

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

I plan on getting back *censored* the worst way

Bitches shake their booty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rollin blunt after blunt, prowlin down town on that big booty hunt,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

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

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot