This is a song about "The booty"

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

I don't get booty, like a pirate with no chest

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

So pretty mama make that booty accessible/

Big ass grabing on that booty, a lil diffrent is how my crew be,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Unless its a booty calls comin from the stalls

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot