This is a song about "Da booty"

As this booty quakes lakes,

One verse is all it takes

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

You messin wit da truth,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free