This is a song about "Ain t bout that"

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

She ain't much taller than me, but who cares bout that

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Cause our weekends ain't the shit that the weeknd singin bout

You home, you never minded me so i stepped out

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

But dont worry bout that cuz your perfect

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bout that green like baby bop

That cellphone that i bought