This is a song about "Ain t about it"

Cry about it until we forget,

I work hard for everything i get

So they think about ending it/

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

And cry about it, well don't doubt it

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Ain't no if's, and's or but's about it

Young money motherfucker we the shit

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back