This is a song about "You get no booty"

For no reason you get so protective

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

With no fret you get beat and there's more approaching

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

No you can't ignore me, and it's only gonna get worse

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

All my other people that dance around

Just say he's the best

I'll make sure you get no rest

You get close but no cigar

How simple they are

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Cuz you cant get no one else