This is a song about "Ghetto booty"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

A ghetto in the making.

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

The ghetto i'm embracin', theoretical conversation,

But you must know you have to do it in moderation

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

I just wanted to be at peace with you