This is a song about "Stacks claps fart mouth booty"

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

'cause she #lost #breath by how my creepy fart smelled...

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I drop the cash, pop bands then pop tags

Cuz i got too many stacks

Shades: lv was a little dough

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

Now i'm feeling like huell sleeping on fat stacks

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

I'm a fucking rap star

Yea got big stacks get me a car