This is a song about "Da booty"

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

As this booty quakes lakes,

One verse is all it takes

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

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different