This is a song about "Gay booty"

As this booty quakes lakes,

While working on my mistakes

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Yeah you can call that nigga gay

I make forty-some dollars a day

And no longing for dates

As this booty quakes lakes,

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

Your bars may flow but mine destroy

Little gay looking boy