This is a song about "Fat booty"

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

As this booty quakes lakes,

Ya'll bullshittin', still goin on dates

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

I miss you at my recent show

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

We never tattle, let god handle that

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

She was wet off the bat

You said also i was fat

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Let me rideuntil i get free