This is a song about "Shaking"

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

And the fragrance of my blunt will have most of you chumps shaking

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

And they'll start shaking their naughty bits

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Bone breaking, shaking my head then i'll bury y'all/

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Each day getting closer to #breaking, hands are shaking/