This is a song about "Heart booty"

They calling me often to offer me walls

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Then im lookin forward to that crazy booty call

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Hit the big booty bitch in the mouth, it's so hilarious

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,