This is a song about "Put that booty on me"

Now put that pen on the pad

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

You put on a fake persona, without that you'd be a loner

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,

I put that on everything

I'm the sushi king

Put you on earth like sediments you think you murking me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

Let me put my mouth where you booty is, boo

Give up on yourself put that medal on the shelf

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

The board ceo, i'm glad you all

Hit me up for a booty call.