This is a song about "Ain t about it"

150 on my chain

It wasn't about the fame

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

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Forget about it, blame it on the alzheimer's

When i was starving now it's payback

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

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

And cry about it, well don't doubt it

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Took me about an hour to write it

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground