This is a song about "Ima booty"

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Ima talk about this bitch michelle...

And now i walk around without a care

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

And ima suffocate

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Ima stay real and stay true

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Im that you would go and steal my heart away

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

As this booty quakes lakes,

And today we're still in chains