This is a song about "Gay booty"

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

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

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Why does it matter anyway, your gay,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

So i went down south but i ended up north

Oh, why do i live this way

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

I hope you prayed, unless your gay

Why i can't move away

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Hit me up for a booty call.