This is a song about "Good times and booty"

Anamorphic proposal like my lives the deal your good times imma steal

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Take ur booty ass...and bitch plz start to run...

I would have been a totally different person

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Got me feeling like j.j. on good times

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

I really remember and miss all those times

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then