When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash/Tell shawty come here, she got plenty ass
Has Tauheed Epps succeeded in writing an ode to someone other than himself? No. Don’t let that title mislead you. Beyond the booty inspired beat, this song is sheer and utter narcissism, only briefly dissected by a nonsensical Nicki Minaj, whose fee would likely make your eyes water as much as her rap.