This is a song about "Eat the booty"

I know what it takes

As this booty quakes lakes,

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

I can tell that you got served, because i eat the mic,

The poor, we starve in the streets, it makes it harder to eat,

Man fuck it i got a dream worth more than my sleep

I'll kiss you just a little, i promise it's forever

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Hit the big booty bitch in the mouth, it's so hilarious

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Safe sex since you say you not a groupie

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Lady at the frank stand will

Eat her out, now she's the table