This is a song about "Red baboon booty"

Watch your body turn indian red,

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

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

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

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

Like a church in debt

Found dead covered in red

Color your eyes alveolar red

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble