This is a song about "That booty tho"

Later, n peace, even tho,

This prada make me shallow

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

You thought i was a girly girl spitting bout some love tho?

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Only bout 5. look at me now tho, im kinda fly tho.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Bitches shake their booty

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Then im lookin forward to that crazy booty call

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble